“Simple, it’s all so simple.” She smiled as she wiped away translucent tears like cataracts from her eyes. Oh, there was still much to do, in fact, so much that if she thought any further than the next moment, all might crumble again.
She crushed the sun-drenched mint between the palms of her hands, placed them in the tea ball and dipped it into the boiling water. Four minutes was all it needed before the aroma quietly filled her nostrils and softened her face. She sat, eyes closed, and said to no one, “through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings of simple answers weaved through the pillars of time.”
The reward is so worth the process but none can know but the one who hears. Today silence may be her devoted friend but will a smile outrun a memory?
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“Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:”
–by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., from The Chambered Nautilus
My breaks last a moment at a time.