Here I sit with a steaming mug of green tea
Before me, the timer counting off a few minutes,
As the tea steeps and the flavor invades the
Boiling hot water.
A day has mostly passed, the late afternoon Sun
Passing its final rays on, the heat coming through
A high window and comforting my shoulders,
Relaxing the tension.
My mind simply wanders from thought to thought
With none sticking or catching on the main road,
Just another day with cool grey morning clouds
Leading to now.
Lift up your eyes, breathe in the aroma, now the
Tea is ready for drinking–feel the tangy bits of
Different flavors hitting your tongue–lift your mug,
Boiling hot water.