Posted on October 14, 2008


It’s 1am and I’m just now sitting down to write.

Today has been full of uncomfortable conversations and raw honesty.

I’ve got a pen, some notes I have to look over before tomorrow, and a mug of warm tea.

With honey in it.

I’m not usually the honey type. In fact, most of the time I put honey in my tea because I want to like it and then am reminded of why exactly I’m not a honey type.

But tonight, along with some Gerry Mulligan jazz, the gold glaze adds the taste of hope to my unintentionally under-steeped tea.

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