“With melted snow I boil fragrant tea.”
“Streams of melting snow.”
“It snows. So I don't even have to go to the pond for fresh water — just reach out the door for a handful of snow. Melt it, and it's sweet as the sky.”
“...how gracious seem the small gifts that may come - a patch of sunlight on a cold floor, an unexpected gesture of friendship, the fragrant steam of hot tea.”
“Come oh come ye tea-thirsty restless ones -- the kettle boils, bubbles and sings, musically.”
“[Kandinsky] arrived, as they say, 'with snow on his boots', and it never really melted.”