This time it was still very cold, the sun, although it shone, was sharp. The forest stood empty, the leaves lay on the ground, the forest is waiting for snow, and I am waiting for victory ...
What is surprising is that there is no tea-flavored coffee, but there is coffee-flavored tea. Did I confuse you?
The fact is that xiao zhong is exactly like that for me.
In it, I clearly hear, feel coffee notes, a certain bitterness of coffee, haunts me, confuses me, and what, in fact, I drink - tea, coffee, and what difference does it make if I feel good.
I stand, drink tea, look at the sun through a cup.

The sun and tea have their own connection, they are reflected in each other, they somehow connect, they live in their short moments of being.

This tea is very fluffy. When dry, it smells like a fire, ashes or alder chips, which have already been caught in smoke.
When brewed, clear notes of coffee, dark chocolate.
Under such tea, for some reason, I want sweets, such as dark chocolate with whole hazelnuts.
But, today, I just drink tea, just look at the sun, just believe that everything is fine.
I finished reading another book, Betty Mahmoudi "Only with my daughter."
It was scary and sobering that it was all true, the book is based on a completely real story from the life of the woman who wrote it. A lot of things amazed me, indignant at the time of reading, but I could not stop and not read.
It's so cool, it's so pleasing ... just pleasing - tea, books, albeit heavy ones, the very atmosphere of change, even in the weather, pleases.
Every day, something changes, life around changes ....

Drink tea, take care of that light that is dear to you, smile, at least to yourself, at least to each new frosty morning that wakes up for so long, he doesn’t want to, just like you, but ... you have to, you have to live, we must start a new day, new-old things, we must meet this or that change.