Five things.

Tea, traditional. The gentle ritual of choosing and blending the leaves, warming the pot, boiling the kettle, steeping.

Tea, chanoyu. The deeply peaceful action of measuring the tea, boiling the water, whisking the tea, sipping the deep emerald brew.

Writing with a fountain pen. The smooth almost silky flow of ink, the way the writing just floats off the nib onto the paper. The fiddly care of soaking and wiping nibs, refilling and replacing cartridges.

Knitting with wool. The scent of lanolin and the soft fluffy feel of the yarn moving through my fingers, around the smooth bamboo needles.

Cooking. The alchemy of fire and time tranforming the raw to cooked, the sharp to mellow deliciousness.