On Sunday night, my friend put a tiny little present on my kitchen counter.
It was a teabag.
It's wrapper said Scottish Breakfast Tea. My friend simply said, "You will love it. It's the best tea."
Days pass. I had set the teabag next to my tea kettle because I wanted to drink it during the morning sometime since I'm so sensitive to caffeine.
Finally, I remember that little teabag, and I make myself a cup of steaming Scottish Breakfast Tea. I add some sugar from my tiny little blue and white sugar bowl.
It was delicious.
This tiny little gift brought an immense amount of relaxation.
I remember that living with flair involves tiny little gifts to pass on and enjoy.
It was, as I said, delicious.