Tea, always.

A slow afternoon. It’s raining.A romantic drizzle, a cool breeze.  It’s daydream-perfect.  The mug can be refilled as many times as I like.  I’m sitting on the porch.  The neighborhood is quiet, prayers from the nearby mosques fill the wet air.  There’s magic in the rain—or so I believe.  I made a new friend today, … Continue reading Tea, always.