Evening tea

For the last few weeks I have been making a cup of decaf tea in the late evening, almost as part of a wind-down ritual for the day. While I was making a cup this evening, I heard birds singing. I felt the warmth from the tea in my hands and the warmth of the bird song in my heart. Bird song before bed brings back memories of childhood and hearing the birds before I went to bed – of the spring evenings like tonight where the sun, having woken early in the morning, had not set even by 9pm. The energy of the day lingers in the sky. The birds continue to sing. I write.Usually, I like to cusp my hands around my cup of tea – to savour every moment of the warmth. But this evening I knew I had to go and write down the moment – to spend a little moment longer with this slice of life by writing about it. And so now this moment can live alongside all the other little moments of joy on my website, and all the little moments of joy that people share on the web.On the topic of moments of joy, I…