That first cup of Tea
Listening to the click of on the kettle as the steam pours over the sunlit window and I select my favourite cup.
The house still as night as I pour the hot water into my cup. The colour starts to emerge and I know it ready.
Ready to savour these five minutes of quiet and stillness. Being thankfully for the first sip of Tea.
Looking over the fence I see two Lorikeets calling their morning song...
The sun rises up over the fence and the shadows begin to emerge across the dinning table. One more sip and a deep breath.
The hot tea slowing going down as I cannot help savour the morning, I close my eyes and feel the warm of the sun now over my face.
One for deep breath in and slowly I open my eyes.... Good morning