Gently shake the hand of the teacup, see the light green tea or needle or piece, up and down, surrounded, up and down, changing different positions, trying to find a belongs to their own best balance point. Impatient, I often cannot wait for the tea to be made, so I will gently blow the cup, driving the -ripple-rippling tea vortex, watching the tea gather and scatter, helpless separation. Sip - a small sip of tea, any clear shallow bitterness rippling between the tongue, full of teeth throat....
