Thoughts Over Tea

I spend the evening with a pot of tea and some poetry.  I listen to water flowing over pebbles, the sound of my breathing, the room dimly lit with the gentle golden glow of a desktop lantern.

Early this morning, a cardinal waited for a pause in the snowfall before she left her hiding place; I worried awhile as she stood on that branch.
Have a lovely night, whether in the company of friends, or strangers, or in solitude.  You never know who is with you in prayer, who is wishing you well. 

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