Honeysuckle Darjeeling

Description

On a porphyry ledge sits a sparkling glass teapot, warming in the early morning light. The steam makes for a misty windowpane. As each drop condenses and refracts, microscopic rainbows fleetingly paint the air in hues of every colour before evaporating. Just outside, a strident procession of white ducks parade past. Beside the teapot is a small vase of honeysuckle whose soft waxy petals will soon succumb to their confinement. As the pot reaches shades of deep chestnut, the ducks return only to absent again. Their business is unknown, but the feathered timepiece will quietly punctuate every passing few minutes until elevenses. These ephemera are caught in a ballet of blossoming recession, a short-lived alliance destined to dissolve into memory. Yet a woody Darjeeling transforms this trajectory. A softly sweet sip crystalises the evanescent into magical recollection, retrievable at any moment henceforth, by the means of a simple cup of tea.

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