08 Jan Black Tea Honey MuffinsBaking | Russell van Kraayenburg
I catch myself in a daydream, my marbled hazel eyes peering through a raindrop dotted window. Trees sit still in the dark morning light, shadows no where in sight. A cup of hot black tea sits near by, its steam fogging that rain-dotted window. I take a sip. Like a slowly drawn breath, the tea courses through my body bringing with it a calm and quiet comfort. I slip back into a daydream….