To drink cup after cup of tea. Especially when its cold out. Especially when you’re listening to this song. I know when it heats up outside, I’ll just take slices of mango and freeze them with water in the ice cube tray and put them in my cups of tea. I love drinking tea. When I was 12, I wrote about tea ceremonies in Japan and the different types of tea and meanings of each. I don’t remember if it was accurate information.
Back then, I used a website for children that was intended to connect them with similar aged kids to become penpals from all around the world. I wrote back and forth to a girl named Laura who lived in New Zealand and always talked about how pretty it was until one day she stopped writing back.
I had some short lived penpals from Japan as well because I read manga and thought the culture was exciting. I never ended up learning fluent Japanese, I loved art and writing more than anything else and it was all I could ever focus on. I loved the internet, and thought it was incredible that I happened to exist at a time where I could just find a person in New Zealand to talk to on aim or through letters that traveled thousands of miles to meet them. I hope my son will take on a penpal when he’s that age.
It’s almost Spring times. I call it spring, despite the snow on the mountains. Boise is getting warmer, my legs are walking longer and the sun is bright more often than not.
I was playing with light while the boys were asleep. Putting dishes in the dishwasher, opening the blinds. I’m still doing good. The plan is to do some art this weekend, and some writing, and more google analytics lessons. Pray for the world and feel grateful for life.