(further explanation)

A friend once asked me why I love tea so much.
"Its the ritual," I responded.

Which is part of the answer, but not all of it, I suppose. I can drink a pot of tea for hours. I’ll begin with it in the morning and it’ll last me through the late afternoon.

It’s all in that first sip.

This morning, that sip coupled with the cool spring air made me think of past vacation and the love of my friends and a few stolen moments to myself in the fast pace of life. 

For me, tea (and sometimes coffee) is a pause. The first sip, a moment of respite. a reminder that all will be well, to dust myself off, and continue on.

All that in a morning cuppa tea.


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