It was the middle of the afternoon, the sky was clear and the sounds of nature were like music to the ears of those around. Sakonji had been visited by an old friend, Anon. He was delighted to see them again and happily welcomed them into his home. “So, how have you been holding up?” he asked calmly, offering Anon a freshly made cup of tea as he sat down on the cushions laid on the floor. There was a small fire in the middle of the room where he was cooking food. It made the atmosphere warm and cozy, giving a faint orange glow to the otherwise slightly dimmed room. The sounds of fire crackling and food cooking made it seem welcoming, especially with the tea.