When it is truly time for a break, to tear myself away from the computer when the words are flowing so easily saying exactly what I want to say without effort or the delete button and to prevent sore back muscles and eye strain; I look over at my favorite teapot, a gift from a dear friend many years ago.
Yes, I tell myself with no argument from me in return, it’s time!
I put the water on to boil, and when it does, I use some of it to warm the pot, slush that hot water around its innards to heat the sides as well.
My mouth begins to water as my mind alerts me that a wonderful treat is at hand.
I empty the teapot, scoop a healthy spoonful of tea from the canister into the pot and pour in the boiled water, let it steep as the aroma tickles my nose.
No way will I filter out the true taste of my tea by using that horrible, commercial invention called a teabag.