Tea

Tea warms and calms. The kettle boiled, the familiar cup found in the cupboard. A careful measure of leaves. The grumbling subterranean burble of the water boiling and the light rivulet giggle of the pour. Then comes the aroma that reminds of the tropical place where the leaves were grown, and of knarled black hands that stripped these dessicated leaves. He brings the cup slowly to his lips and drinks carefully, calm and warm.