A gift from a dear friend to commemorate our Purple Reign weekend, this cup provided me with a moment of a happy memory, something a winter day often requires. The heart of the season of slumber beats silently beneath its snow; it is at this point when we need our summer memories. Swirling in the warm tea of the winter present, summer’s heat returns in the palace of memory I’ve erected for just such occasions.
It is often the moments of preparation that I recall – the days leading up to a visit from friends or a gathering for dinner – and they’re the moments that come to mind as soon as the friends depart. Little pockets of down-time spent waiting for others to make the moments matter – and it is then that I realize so much of life is spent in solitude. I’ve never been sorry about that either.
