50 degrees this morning.
a crisp breeze.
the ferns wave gently in response.
the porch swing rocks as if to say I am ready.
sun streams through the gap in the leaves.
my body drinking this warmth in.
tea, my constant companion.
building a pillow block for the wind to keep the tealite that keeps my tea warm from blowing out.
the morning holds me softly.
birdsong, breeze, the hum of human conveyances.
tea, its rich, nutty aroma, mixing with the breeze. it’s flowing warmth pleasing my mouth, my heart, my soul.
the beauty, the sacred ritual of morning tea brings me home to presence,
to my true self.
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