I hold the mug between my hands, enjoying the warmth that sinks through to my bones. I hold it up to my face, close my eyes and breathe in deeply. The scent of the black tea is accented with a hint of something floral. The steam rising from the mug spreads across my face, warming my nose and cheeks.
Opening my eyes, I lower the mug to rest comfortably at chest level, resting my elbows on my knees; I’m curled up in the armchair by the window. I shift my gaze from the mug to the trees dancing slowly in the breeze. The clouds drift quickly up above; the wind must be stronger up there.
My thoughts seem to drift in and out just as the clouds drift across the sky. Though my thoughts are scattered, I don’t feel as stressed or frantic as I normally would have. Maybe it’s the simple act of sitting still, of letting the thoughts come as they please. I take a sip of tea and ponder this as the warmth spreads down to my stomach warming me from the inside. Watching dancing wind outside I let out a sigh, sinking deeper into the calm.
I need to take “time” – seems like it isn’t going to happen today – maybe this evening.
I hope you’re able to have some time
A nice cup of tea, on a cold day… Here, where it’s warm, and humid, and sticky–it’s a little different. I still like tea though, for, as you say, it has a calming effect, so desirable on those hopelessly hectic days.
I agree on the hectic days, it’s a nice way to take a breath
Don’t get it at all. For all the many and odd places our worlds touch, this was not one of them.
Strange. We’ve so enjoyed each other’s works recently.
Perhaps it’s the heat for me, friend A?
That sounds like a real cup of tea… so calming. I hope you’re well 🙂
Very well written👍 I am not a fan of microfiction as such, and would rather read a novel… But such posts do convince me of the captivating potential they hold…. Keep blogging! 😊✌️
Thank you so much!
A soothing and beautiful take on relishing that cup of tea. Wonderful! 🙂
Thank you!