Time To Steep

I am coming down from a company high.

Spend a week cleaning and cooking, a few days running at full tilt entertaining and suddenly it is all over. Now everything is on hold for one reason, or another and I am caught in between. It is hot and humid out, so I stay in my cool little cave of a house where I don't even need air conditioning, but where I yearn for adventures.

I can't seem to jump start my imagination today, so I am forced to do the mundane in mundane ways. This is not my style. I want my little house to rise up off the mountain and carry me away like a fire breathing dragon with copper scales and beautiful emerald eyes.

I want to feel the wind in my hair as we rush through the clouds on giant leathery wings and swoop down to rescue the fair prince from his evil step mother. Just before she consigns him to the dungeons to be tortured and locked up, we snag him with my dragon's trusty back claws and carry him off to my secret place high on a mountain top far, far away.

There I nurse him back to health and we discover ........... well, if my imagination were intact, I would know what we discover, but alas, I do not.

Boil the water, revel in the bubbles, rise up with the steam, and then it is time for this tea to steep. Without the steeping, the tea is not worth drinking, I know that. I do not particularly like it, but there is no inspiration here for me today, so I have no choice.

Breathe Grasshopper. Breathe.