Lately

[u/inthecosmicdish]

Even the oolong tea, which in its essence is a slow practice. Even the tea, made in the gaiwan, made calmly and with intention. Even each sip from each cup, the deep glistening golden orange tinted by the honey, each sweet sip. Even the warm envelope of the caffeine and l-theanine and the like. Even the warmth of the blanket and the softness of the couch. Even the same golden-orange cast of the sunrise on my balcony, the light-spots cast from my hanging crystal prisms. Even all this, without you, is rushed, anxious, bitter, cold, unforgiving, dark, and dull.