We settled over hot tea and other illustrious things.  Any slight rain calls for a batch of slow-brewed tea. We talk while the leaves seep a soothing aroma, light yet distinct. In a matter of minutes, the water changed moods from clear to a hazy auburn. Even the steam calmed to a soft flow of silk strands. There is something about tea that can transition polite chat to a profoundly deep conversation. We are as careful with words as we are handling the cup, for both have the ability to burn our tongues.  Although the liquid dissipates, the dialogue does not. We let candle light continue where the tea aroma left off and relaxed while the soothing auburn burned slow to the core. There is something magical about tea. 

We settled over hot tea and other illustrious things. 

Any slight rain calls for a batch of slow-brewed tea. We talk while the leaves seep a soothing aroma, light yet distinct. In a matter of minutes, the water changed moods from clear to a hazy auburn. Even the steam calmed to a soft flow of silk strands.

There is something about tea that can transition polite chat to a profoundly deep conversation. We are as careful with words as we are handling the cup, for both have the ability to burn our tongues. 

Although the liquid dissipates, the dialogue does not. We let candle light continue where the tea aroma left off and relaxed while the soothing auburn burned slow to the core.

There is something magical about tea. 

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