I like my mornings (or nights). These are the few simple minutes/hours bereft of the everyday controversies - the yin and the yang of conversations/machinations where you know you simply don't belong.
I value my solitude immensely. With a cup of tea or wine - I can spend hours looking into myself.
Today I am having a cup of tea without milk (ran out!!).
As I sip my poison, I realize that soon the familiar avalanche will drench me again.
I am waiting.
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