Tea Time

I like tea. [ Photo Prakhar Amba]. I like the first cup in the morning. I like the last cup at night. I drink a lot of coffee - I'm American, after all.  I like tea. I drink coffee.

I don't know why I find tea, honey and some milk to be almost as satisfying as a meal. I used to have cookies with my tea. Now I might have some pecans. I love pecans.

I also have notes with my tea. There is little as pleasurable than having a night hot cup in one hand and a pen in the other, making notes about the piece I'm writing. The little hooks, the tie-backs, the twists come most regularly with a cup of tea at hand.

The Holiday is over. The cubs are happy. I'm home. The stove is burning. The cats are playing. The foxhound is sound asleep. I'm working up a story about which I'm very excited,  and the kettle is on. It's thinking of boiling.

I'm off for the nice hot cup of inspiration on a cold night. I hope you find the same.

Why tea? Damned if I know. It works, though. It works.