a drink with jam and bread
Lately, I've taken to brewing a cup of hot black tea in the mornings. Though I'm much more of a coffee girl, I've grown accustomed to the taste and even like it now. I may not always drink it with jam and bread, but I like to wrap my hands around the warm mug and watch the sun rise outside the cold windowpane. At the end of my sacred morning time, there are only a few stray tea leaves at the bottom of my mug and deep within my stomach, there's a warm feeling. The coming winter will not be so bad if it means I can brew and drink a few more cups of tea than may be socially acceptable. All hail cold mornings and hot tea.