I know you have a little life left in you yet

[mockngbirdgirl]

While there's tea, there's hope." ~ Sir Arthur Pinero
This morning, instead of my usual dose of 
                    bittersweet and caffeine
I  had a [steaming] cup of 
(a different life, a different view, a different reflection)
                    Irish Breakfast tea
dark, spicy, sweet and rich...the colour of my skin.

I usually reserve it for
the (now rare) mornings where my hangover makes the whistle on the kettle pierce my skull,
   Or
the nights it provides me with the companionship and comfort only that which you can trust does.

For a creature of habit
    (such as myself)
changing my routine
starting a day with an inspired change
                 (even one as inconsequential to you as that which flows down my throat)
could be unsettling
                              frightening
                                              disorienting

But this creature is transforming...