I find myself pondering the most bizarre things at four thirty in the morning. I suspect that's a common trend among people. Sitting in darkness, quiet, the strangest of things will spring to mind. This morning, I found myself seriously considering the idea of tea.
Tea. What the heck. What kind of thing is that to stop and think about. I digress.
I'm infatuated with the concept of tea. The health of it, the image that it conveys, even the smell of it. I adore holding a hot cup of tea and losing myself in the aroma of it. I enjoy buying tea, knowing that it's not the norm, even as I'm aware that it isn't anything special. I love preparing tea. Using tea bags, or using other tea like accoutrements. Every so often I immerse myself in a culture that isn't my own, so I also tend to love just how British tea is.
I love tea. Until I put it in my mouth.
That's when I remember that it's hot water flavored with leaves. It usually takes me a week or two before I'm ready to lose myself in it's glorious concept again.
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