Working at my desk, steeping a cup of citrus oolong. see the steam as I lifted off the top. I was struck by beautiful buds and leaves floating in the basket, this becomes a tea ritual. We're all entitled to stop for special moments allowing our creative minds to dance among the 'leaves'...then I saw trees reflecting new buds of spring telling me this cold blast is on it's way, soon gone. mesmerized by beautiful shadowy thoughts today.
The tea is ready, leaves are green.
Soon.
