I’m sipping on a cup of tea,
sparing some time for me.
I don’t usually get time to myself like this,
I call it a moment of pure bliss.
Staring out the window,
Empty thoughts fall onto my pillow.
This peppermint cools my tongue,
sending cold air through my lungs.
Mint green, ice cold.
My mind strolls.
The loud clash between cool green
and rising steam.
I look out the window,
see the sky’s wintery glow
and know that the cold will go
and bring with it a warm glow.
Caycee D, Grade 11, Regular Contributor