Bigelow Tea.
I turn on the water and let the faucet water get cold.
Maine has the best Drinking water.
I fill my cup with cold water and add my reusable metal straw.
Received in North Carolina for the annual Bridge Run.
Today I dropped two Bigelow tea bags, and headed to my desk to write.
At first the colors start to fade down the sides and bottoms of the glass, slowly.
Reds, oranges and yellows.
Today's picks, green tea with pomegranate and peach tea.
The smell with the pomegranate and the peach, reminds me of my nana's house.
Her cooking and baking away to feed us, plus an army of men.
Always too much.
The glass is all a mixture of colors now.
Looking and tasting this tea I can bring myself back home.
Back home, to be creative and write.
-ej
About the Creator
Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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