I thought I would change things up a bit, switching to tea, rather than coffee. So, this morning, I hauled out the electric kettle, and made myself some Earl Grey Tea, which I bought the day before. In three letters, I would describe it like this, “mmm.” Yes, it was that good. Not as good as some of the teas I have sipped on from various restaurants, but very close.
It was such a great morning that I sat by the window, watched the snow clouds move down the valley from the North, and absorbed the winter’s sunlight, as it filtered through the North side window of my compartment. It was peaceful, and not even the cranky neighbour, down a door from me, could alter the moment. First sip, a wash of goodness over my body. Second sip, bliss. Third sip, the cup is now half empty. And then I let loose a relaxing sigh that melts away the soreness of my muscles, as I sit back in my comfy chair.
No, nature has a way of taking back what was once hard fought for; the heat soon cools, and the cup no longer lets the long stringy columns of steam wash into the air. In minutes, the tea tastes bitter, and the flavours tainted. I let loose another sigh, and declare it is time to start the day.