Dreams
February First, Two Thousand Eleven.
My grandma and I? We’re tea people. It’s kindof something you’re born with, being a tea person. My sister? She loves tea, alright. But she’s just not quite a tea person.
It’s the magic of know exactly when your tea is steeped just to your liking. My grandma and I do. We’ll be sitting in her livingroom, cozing up by the fire, and we just know. It’s like a sixth sense- we’ll go silent, the say, in unison, ‘I think the tea’s done.’ And it always is.
But there’s more to it than timing- because each kind of tea, each batch, each brand- it’s all different. It can vary from bag to bag so drastically. It’s just a tea person thing.
It’s the magic of know exactly when your tea is steeped just to your liking. My grandma and I do. We’ll be sitting in her livingroom, cozing up by the fire, and we just know. It’s like a sixth sense- we’ll go silent, the say, in unison, ‘I think the tea’s done.’ And it always is.
But there’s more to it than timing- because each kind of tea, each batch, each brand- it’s all different. It can vary from bag to bag so drastically. It’s just a tea person thing.