This morning’s tea time was all about the sun. I sat outside and saw it rise over the houses that surround mine. I felt its warmth on my face and its searing gold light through closed eyes. And I was grateful for a million little things, but most of all, the sun.
Here is something I wrote yesterday:
Each morning, when I take my last sip of tea, I feel the residual warmth of the teacup and I think; How lovely it is that I will carry this moment of peace into my day, just as this teacup carries warmth to my hands after the tea has gone.
It is the fifth day, and I think it will be a good one.