I awake to the darkness and walk down the creaky staircase of this old house. Turning on the tea kettle, aware of the peaceful silence of the house as the rest of them still sleep.⁠

I prepare my daily morning tea. The process slow and mindful. Gently pouring the steaming water over the tea leaves and then I wait. ⁠

I look out the windows.⁠
I watch the light start to peek over the houses.⁠
I wonder what the day will bring. ⁠

I inhale the release of the herbs as they steam the air... clove, orange, ginger, cinnamon, pepper...Indian Summer - Orange Masala Chai, my favorite morning ritual. ⁠

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