It is early but she is already wide awake. Bells in the distance indicate the hour – she knows it is too early to rise but she is restless. A decision needs to be made and she is unable to remember a time when she is so unsure of what step to take.
It’s springs to her mind in a rush of consciousness. The noise of the kettle boiling, the hard ceramic contours of her favourite tea pot – already she is starting to feel better.
One choice comes easily – Assam, bright and bold. The water hisses on the leaves. I hold the warm cup inhaling the distinctive aroma – perhaps this choice is meant to savored. Tea and sympathy – all is well.