tan.winn

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2020.01.30 @ landsend

I shake the carton, trying to get the last bit into the mug. The kettle violently bubblying up, before settling down after the click. I pour the boiling water into the oatmilk. A thin layer of mist forms on my glasses as its steam touches the cold air.

I tip my toes. Hands reach over the cabinet. Fingers glide through boxes marked with scribbles - Assam, Darjeeling, Chamomile, Jasmine Pearl - "Ah! Earl Grey".

Three teaspoons in the clear filter before dipping it into the mug, I close the lid and walk towards the door.

Light fills the air.
Not the usual glare of intense warmth, but a gentle hug of cool overtone.

I settle down on my favorite spot and take a sip.

How it brings me back to the cold sillouhettes, damp narrow pavements, and shaky double-decker buses. I think of the lemon bouquet, the earthy smell of scarlet bricks, and strides on a hilly green.

I think of colors in a grey world. Years ago.

Week 2 of Narrative Illustration class
Zack n Cody 🤭🤭🤭