I've just read a book, called "The last cup of tea" by a Macedonian writer. It's about a woman going to India to find herself. The farther we go, the deeper we dive into the sea of the memories, the past...
And tea is just tea. Hot water with a few leaves. That's it. Simple truth. Everything is so simple. Isn't it?
I send these simple beauties to you, unknown (yet close) friends. Out there. And inhere.
Have a different day today!