There is something magical about the teahouse today. Falling snow covers the cars outside in big, wet flakes. Conversation ebbs and flows around the nooks and crannies of out of date chairs and saggy couches. The intense fragrances of bergamot, cinnamon and black tea permeate every breath.
It’ll be about 4 more minutes before my pot of Highland chai will arrive. The Mr. won’t be far behind.
This is my day today. The boys are playing a game next to me. Apples to Apples with their friend who has joined us for the day.
Somedays I wonder about purpse and reason and all the mixed emotions that come with not having much of a “life” right now. But not today.
Today it’s about movies and friendship and life inside the snow globe.
I’d write more, but the Mr. just showed up and, frankly?
I wouldn’t miss this for the world.