Jasmine tea

*Just a note: I wrote this post a few weeks back, but I was hesitating on whether to post it or not, but it's been a while and I haven't read it over again, but I'm thinking "Whatever, why not?"


There are moments when I feel like everything will be alright.

I can't decide if I like warmer weather and less snow--if I miss the cold and the snowstorms.

When I was younger, I used to love thunderstorms.

I loved watching from the window as the water pounded the ground and listened as the sounds thundered throughout the house. I would look out in the distance for lightning and count the "one-thousands" before the thunder hit. I marveled at the astounding power.

But, my favourite kind of weather is the kind of day when the snow floats down lightly in generous, fat flakes. I used to not put my hood up on purpose, leaving my hair uncovered, just so I could imagine that it looked magical, and I still don't--for the same reason. When it snows like that, everyone comments about how it looks like Christmas. It does.

I like tea. Tea is calming, mild and has just the right amount of taste. Coffee, on the other hand, I find too bitter. But sometimes, I drink it anyways, just to feel like something can be normal.

Yesterday afternoon, I walked to Robarts while the snow was falling and both my hands holding a cup of jasmine tea. And I knew that everything would be alright.