It was barely light and the world, such that I could see it from where I was standing, was still slumbering. The steam from the kettle obscured the view from my window as it percolated to its conclusion. Tea, the first cup of the day, robust, dark Assam this morning. What a particularly pleasant start to the day.
The house is so quiet, and the aroma of my freshly brewed tea compliments the peaceful aura perfectly. I sit alone at the kitchen table staring into space made temporarily hazy by the Assam infused steam. At this moment, now, everything is right with the world, the universe is faultlessly ordered. Simple and yet sublime.