Relaxation Tea - The Red Is The Bruise
The cup is red before anything else, a clear, coppery colour that deepens as you wait. Most of what you see comes from the fine, rust-coloured needles at the bottom, swept together with rose petals, lavender, and gold. The scent is honey and timber, flowers and dry grass, a memory of somewhere bright and dry. But the colour itself is not what the bush grew. It’s what happened after: the bruising, the air, the sun. The change is slow, and nothing is added. What does it mean to be known by what happened after you left the place you grew?
Today's cup: Relaxation Tea — rooibos, rose petals…
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