\\reading// Looking For Alaska-John Green
\\listening// Goyte. (This song in particular)
\\drinking\\ Tea.Always tea.Also,a for-here tall single 1 pump white mocha,1 pump chai non fat latte (Yes,I might just work at Starbucks)
\\eating\\ Couscous.And an orange.
//anticipating\\ Summer,road trips and river skating.
//loving\\ New Iphone! and Mike.Always Mike.
//looking\\ at the tree outside my window
//inspired by\\ Stories,Smiles and Jesus.

(Questions borrowed from the lovely Miss Abbey,always a constant source of inspiration.Do pay her a visit!) 

What are you listening to?

January thankful fors.

1. Tea-To simply say I love tea is a vast understatement,I am,in fact rather  infatuated with it.I have started memorizing the tea manual at work so to further my knowledge of all things tea. 
2. Snow! And all its fluffy goodness.
3. Mr.Buckley and his sidekick Kleenex-My new best friends.
4. The 100 year old radiator in my room,which is currently warming my back.
5. My Michael-For being a dear,and making me soup
6. Starbucks-For filling my bank account.
7. Chapters-For emptying it.
8. Jesus-For providing for me.
9. Canon-for making the 50mm lens then selling it to me.
10. Pretty blogs to tiptoe through
11. For kind comments and visits.
12. My little garret room,and its cheery mess.
13. And for my family,who I miss dearly.

What are you thankful for?

The perfect cup of tea can evoke a myriad of different emotions.

First. The sense of adventure. You run your fingers over the various tins, jars and bags. You pause to ask yourself " What tea mood am I in? Dreamy Chamomile? Melancholy earl grey? Bold Chai?

Perhaps you take the weather in to consideration.The sunbeams drawing you towards the bright floral leaves,the dark winter clouds push you into the warm arms of smoky vanilla.

Whatever you choose,you know you will spend the next hour with a friend,old or new.

After adventure, comes Anticipation. The joyous whistle of the kettle, the clink of the spoon and soft sigh of the steam. Your favorite mug sits waiting to be filled then emptied. The ceremony is about to begin.

The First sip. Excitement. Contentment.  Contemplative.

The mist swirls around your nose, maybe even creeping into the corners of your eyes as you think of someone far away, or trace the letters on a page of some wistful story. The warmth embraces your tongue, the taste, your soul.

The middle of the cup, or Betwixt and Between.

The momentary journey is starting to come to a close. The heat is starting to wane, the flavour,at its strongest. This cup will soon fade into the mural made up of tiny memories. But for a few seconds longer, you will remain in this tranquil frame of mind.

The Bottom. The Grand Finale.

And so Friends, we have reached the end. The last drop is delicately perched on the lip of the mug, the smell lingers in the air and you are left with a lovely case of the "Warm and Fuzzies".

What's your tea story?