Relaxing - BlogFlash 2012
Sun Tea : Relaxation in a glass.
I just made a jug of it. The sound of the water gushing into the glass jar, the plops of the tea bags, then my own bare feet walking it outside.
The smell of the basil plants and the sound of crickets. Early sunlight filters through the trees and highlights the amber tendrils of tea, already starting to brew in the heat.
White and purple wings dancing around the butterfly bush.
The taste on my tongue, tea and agave. Ice clinks and water beads against my hand.
With it, a white nectarine, so ripe that juice spills onto the plate as soon as I slice it.
The hush of a new day.
I just made a jug of it. The sound of the water gushing into the glass jar, the plops of the tea bags, then my own bare feet walking it outside.
The smell of the basil plants and the sound of crickets. Early sunlight filters through the trees and highlights the amber tendrils of tea, already starting to brew in the heat.
White and purple wings dancing around the butterfly bush.
The taste on my tongue, tea and agave. Ice clinks and water beads against my hand.
With it, a white nectarine, so ripe that juice spills onto the plate as soon as I slice it.
The hush of a new day.
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