tea

i made myself a cup of tea.
when i drink tea, i rarely drink anything other than earl grey. because of my longing for a life in england, i suppose my love of the earl makes some sense. i made a cup with loose-leaf, and i leave the strainer in there until i drink it all -- i'm definitely not afraid of a little extra flavor. i don't take sugar either, only milk. that's another thing: i love pouring in the milk and watching it swirl around the cup like some sort of liquid dancer. i almost feel wrong to stir the two substances together, but i know they don't mind.
after it's all fixed, i don't drink it right away. i could say that it's because i want to enjoy the warmth in my hands, but it's actually because i'm not a fan of scalding the roof of my mouth. regardless, i take this time to really take it in. earl grey for me is almost like bacon -- tastes great, but smells even better. if i close my eyes and inhale, i almost feel like i'm in london again, although the thickness of the mug's lip in contrast to a traditional teacup often ruins my fantasy.
drinking tea makes me happy, one of those few things that can make me smile no matter how i actually feel.
it's sunday morning, and i feel great.

lalala~