This is my tea.
There will be many cups like it, but this one is mine. My tea is my lifeline, it is my sanity, I will drink it and gain coherence.
My tea, without me, is usless. Before my tea, I am useless. I will drink my tea hot. I will drink it with milk and sugar before it gets cold. I will…
My tea and I know that what counts in this morning is not the tea we drink, the sugar we add, nor the time it steeps. We know it is the liquid that counts.
We will drink.
