Teas and stars. Aren’t they the same?
How they will be there at the end of the day, pouring in slowly to announce the night. One ripples, one blinks, both heaven sent, none failing. They soothe you in undeclared ways and make you forget about the day behind and the day ahead, even just for a little while. The tea warms the lonely cold inside, and the stars illuminate the tired, sleeping night. You do not sleep, the tea and the stars keeping you company. You try to understand some of their mystery, but nothing seems to come close. The tea grows cold and the stars dim while sleep comes slowly throughout the night; and when at last both are gone, you know it is time to sleep.