The Sounds of Tea

 

The Cuckoo awakens at 8. Some mornings it goes off at 7, other mornings 9 or ten. So much for Swiss precision.

The dog raises his head. He's in no mood to start the day. 

My husband is checking his mobile. I'm reading. My husband goes into the kitchen. 

I'm a lucky woman because every morning he brings me tea in bed. The flavor is a surprize: Earl Gray, caramel, Ceylon, vanilla, mint, Yorkshire, spice, etc.

I hear water being run into the kettle and boiling followed by the click of the kettle shutting off. I don't hear the water being poured into my bowl. 

My morning tea comes French style in a bowl. I was happy to read in Louise Penny's Three Pine series, they drink tea from bowls too.

My husband puts the bowl on a small plate along with a spoon. As he walks to the bedroom, his feet make a small padding noise and the spoon clicks against the glass. 

The tea is put on my nightstand by the next book I plan to read.

It's spice tea, and the aroma filters through our bedroom.

A peaceful way to start the day in a chaotic world, a privilege denied to so many.

The dog still isn't ready to start.