A relaxing herbal tea formed the moment of quiet in a day full of quiet moments.
It tasted of spring, and dried flowers, and herbs awakening to a new season.
It was warm and delicate, rustic yet elegant.
An antidote to the snow that fell so relentlessly.
The garden distilled into a wire capsule, spreading its aromas and tastes into the steaming water.
As pretty to drink with the eyes as it was to drink with the mouth.
An afternoon glimpse of tranquility.
