Today I am sipping slowly on the last few steeps of a roasted oolong I acquired some few years ago. It is sweet and comfortable, lingering just enough in the throat and on the breath to speak to its quality. It has a pleasant fruit-like sourness along the sides of the tongue that I have associated with good roasted oolong ever since my first encounter with tieguanyin many years ago.
The bag has enough leaves left for perhaps one more session yet. Soon it too will fade like everything else must. I will remember it fondly as I search for another tea to take its place in my stash. I hope that everyone else can have a similarly good session with their tea of choice. May it be comforting to you in precisely the ways you need.
Happy Tea Drinking.
p.s. I want to try something new. I have been journaling in an abstract manner for several years now. It isn't consistent, but when I do latch on to some topic or memory or other, my pen sometimes writes something I find worthwhile.
I'd like to begin sharing these little diversions with anyone who happens to stumble on this blog. Maybe they will evoke some emotion from you, unnamed reader, or at least be an entertaining read for a few minutes.
