Tea Time

The blustery wind is making the temperature at least thirty-two, although it’s sunny out. So, there are tiny flakes blowing around outside my window, periodically gathering to form a white mist that shoots across the road and through the trees. There’s nothing like a cup of Apple Cinnamon hot tea on a day like this, when the wind seeps through the cracks in the windowsill and doorstop, chilling me.

Last stop of the day: communCup 'o teaity Christmas Cantata. They’ll be singing part of The Messiah. A perfect day.


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