The steam rose
by clippedtrust
· 13/11/2025
Published 13/11/2025 10:40
The steam rose.
A silent signal.
From the ceramic lip,
a warm funnel.
My tea, specific blend,
not in its usual dark corner.
But here,
front and center.
And the mug,
clean.
Waiting.
No note. No fuss.
Just the quiet act.
A small cloud.
This morning,
a breath allowed.