As the mid afternoon progresses, eyes wander to the bottom right corner of the computer screen for time. 10 more minutes.
The promise of a break looms heavy in the air.
Ears are pricked for the familiar 'tea calls' from work mates. As chairs swivel, and stale cups from the morning's brew are lifted, its about time. But hold on. Nope - no bolting from the seat to the pantry. Good things come to those who wait. And so one waits, till someone on their way to the pantry tap at the desk - 'coming for tea?'
Ahh - now is the time. Screens are locked with a flourish, and you head to the pantry.
The warm mist of a boiling kettle, the acrid whiff of coffee...
At the bottom of the cup, place a tea bag, and 2 sugars. And then fill three quarters of the cup with boiling water. You watch as reddish brown tea releases from beneath the tea bag like squid ink.
Time to give a quick stir, and then a dash of milk.
The strict, transparent red liquid transforms into its soft , dense self, as the cloud of milk rises from the bottom.
You lift the cup and smell it. Gently bring it to your lips, and tentatively take the first sip.
Not scalding hot, neither insipid warm.
Not strongly bitter, neither lamely sweet.
Just perfect!
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Today's exercise: describe a ritual.
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