This post was supposed to launch ages ago really, when I first asked about it on Instagram. My feelings remain unchanged. Indeed, as hot October days become less and less torrid, my love affair with tea is beginning to rebirth itself into daily life.
My dearest friend,
How good of you to waft through my kitchen again. I admit I have been less than good to you of late, which I can only ascribe to the fact that I am not making proper time. Not for you, not for me, nay, for anything in the world really. My mornings are a rushed time lapse of plans that are not supposed to include sleeping past six, but often do, and the desire to do just a little too much in the mornings. Nonetheless, our times together are amongst my favorites in life, for, dearest tea, you are one of life’s finer pleasures.
Tea, you warm us you when we are cold. I long for the days when the summer breezes are but the ghosts of the past and awaking on a Saturday includes time to watch your steam drift past my windowpane, knowing that the first, savory sip will sink heat down through my spine and even to the very tips of my toes. You can do that, you know. Drip warmth on past the heart and into every crevice of what lies inside us.
Tea, you cool us you when we are hot. Yes, it is true you are warming to the depths of the soul, but you possess a magical quality that just happens to reach into the realm of opposition: you are a magnificent cooler. I say this not out of the Southern love of your iced cousin (though, in all honesty, is its own indulgence), but from the rush of cooling that only hot steam can bring. As we are warmed in the summer, the rush of warmth immediately rolls upward and then plunges down like a roller coaster into an ice bath.
Tea, you are like the special friend from out of town. While it is true that a certain other hot beverage runs abundant in offices, shops, and restaurants, the sheer abundance of it makes said Other inherently less sophisticated. You, however, are the exquisite afternoon off spent catching up on olden times. Time is not taken for granted and instead spent with wisdom and savor.
Tea, you pair better with a book and rainy day. Said Other doesn’t have quite the same feel. And you never make a tummy ache when consumed cup after lovely cup on a hazy day.
Tea, you are faithful and comforting in times of need. When any sort of pain rings through the still air, whether it be sadness, loneliness, the cold, or the heat, you are always there to catch tears and gently steam away the wrinkles of torture. You have heard the woes of love gone wrong, miscarriages, diseases, frustrations, job terminations, and the losses of those most dear. You have heard every secret known to mankind, yet you remain a symbol of comfort, no matter how many times we forget you in the back of the cabinet.
And I am sorry for those times, faithful old friend. Truly. Let our love remain strong and our times full of joy, and when they are not, let us share them in silence over your strength.
Forever Your Friend,