tea shirk

I'm not sure how it all began but roughly two days ago someone threw the Tea Switch. On my kitchen counter in the corner there is a wooden box with a hinged lid. It is chock full of tea. Fruit teas, jasmine, peppermint, green, loose leaf, tea bags, etc. The box exists for others. I ignore the box by and large and don't dip into it often. But the other day I felt chilly, didn't want a second cup of coffee, tried some black tea and haven't looked back. Tea Switch. Black tea mit a dab of cream und honey. I haven't stopped drinking it since except for when I'm asleep or sipping my morning ink. Green tea, blah. Fruit tea isn't tea. Peppermint? Only if it's Stash's. And I don't have Stash's.

Anyways, I was doing errands today when I looked out my window and saw this (screen included free of charge):

You might not be able to tell but there in the upper left hand corner is a wee dollop of buttery sun. SUN! That's it. Errands can wait. As the winter days shorten sharply it is a wise and good idea to run outside if you notice the clouds piece apart if even for a minute, inhale the blue sky, blink happily in the light, bring your camera. And I followed this advice to a tea (as it were) except I wish I blinked more now that I think of it.

Do you feel queasy? YOU SHOULD. You are looking straight down through the snowy slats of my deck to your death FIFTEEN FEET BELOW. Okay. Not scary, I know.

♫ Oh Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun

Hiding behind a tree. ♫

Maybe tomorrow I'll show you the snow sparkles.

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