cuppa tea

sweet, amber, steaming
satisfying cuppa tea
you make me sigh so.

I wake to the--drip--drip--drip of the rain from the vent on the bedroom wall. The thick, concrete walls muffle the fierce droning of the wind. Hmmmm, I do believe this is a day to start s-l-o-w-l-y with a cuppa tea and a bedside read. I sigh deeply, knowing I am privileged to stay—sleepy—cozy—warm, and not have to rush into my bright crimson raincoat and mud splattered wellies. I will join the outside world later.