Pridian

Sometimes I wish the valley has more weather. The consistence bores me. Whenever it rains I am ecstatic. I always want to be at home next to the window, wrapped in a fleece blanket with a good book and hot peppermint tea. The sky always changes; dark clouds roll in as the light ones glide away.

There is a place on our roof where two slants meet, shifting all the droplets of water into one channel. The harder it rains the heavier this channel becomes, creating a stream of constant water arching off the wooden roof to collide with muddy soil.

The sounds mature into repetitive music, soothing any harsh thoughts or shallow pains. I can just lay there, my eyes lightly closed and a slight smile on my face.

But lately it seems the world is holding me back from the rain. I can watch it fall from the window at work; my warm breath forms a foggy circle as cars speed over the glistening obsidian road. Or sometimes I will be the one driving, adjusting my wipers from fast to slow or slow to fast, just to match the rhythm of the rain.

Yet none of these compare to being in the comfort of ones home… with a hot cup of tea.

Blue sky, rolling white clouds, seventy degree weather and my brother.

After a three and a half hour car trip down to San Diego, my mother and I were ready to stretch our legs. My brother lives in an apartment which looks like a plain brown square. But, the landscaping and building materials accentuate a woodsy feel. We turn down his street and pull up in front of his apartment. It’s not hard to know which is his because there are guys outside, socially dragging their cigarettes, glancing up nonchalantly at our stopping car.

Walking into their pad, I immediately feel out of place. The guy from upstairs is sitting shirtless on the couch. He stands up and apologizes saying, “Sorry I have no shirt on, I am getting sleeves tattooed. This one,” he points to the bulldog Winston on his bicep, “was just finished yesterday…hurts like hell.” After shaking my stiff hand, he smoothes his long hair behind his ears and flops back on the couch.

After shaking hands with the other five guys lounging around, and Winston the bulldog, my mother, brother and I head out.

We jump freeways and get off at the eight to eat at Uno’s Pizzeria. I order a flat breaded cheese pizza. My brother orders a hamburger and the Aston Martin he gawked at outside. And my mother orders a turkey sandwich.

Stomachs full, we walk around the exclusive shops. I buy a little something every where; Tiffany’s, Burberry, Chanel, and Saks 5th. Pockets empty, we drive back to the brown squares.

I miss my brother. But, I am sure he is much to busy to miss me.

Weather it is green, black, orange or passion, peppermint, chai, tea remains a piece of who I am. I love tea and the way it smells, the steam from your mug wafting up into your nose. I love the way it looks, the color developing darker each time you plundge the tea bag. And I love the way it tastes, warm, crisp and overall rejuvenating.

I am boiling water now, anxiously waiting for the whistle to sound. The steam is escaping through the small hole at the tip, rising till it hits the wood fogging it up. Tonight I decided I would have Lotus Green Tea, because it is decaf, like what old people drink.

Years ago when my neighbor made tea in the summer time, she would fill a clear glass pitcher with water. After adding five herbal tea bags and two lemon slices, she would let it sit out on their patio. The sun would extract all the wonderful flavors for hours until she brought it back in.

When I go to Starbucks I like to order a venti black iced tea, no water, no sugar. The first time I heard my brother order this I yelled at him, “What?! You can’t order tea without water…that’s like ordering plain tea bags!” What an idiot I thought he was.

I leave you with this: Why drink coffee, when there’s tea?

The green trees waver,
From winds squalling in the sky,
Green turns to red, Fall.

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