Tea: Yunnan Gold (morning)/ Oolong Pouchong (night)
Music: Yes, "City of Love"
Time: Night, as I type.
I finished a small bag of loose tea this morning. It was lovely, as passings go -- golden, warm, rich, Indian summer in a cup.
I got two steepings out of the leaves. They, in turn, got me through a cold, rainy morning.
Tonight, I pulled out another bag whose gauge is nearing "E." But the more I looked, the more I thought, "You know, I can probably make this last one more time past tonight, if I steep in a small cup."
It's not easy for me to do that. You know my predilection for veritable kegs o'tea. But sometimes, having just a bit of something excellent really is enough.
And I think I can get one more steeping out of tonight's portion ...
Scary story du nuit: Bernard Capes, "The Marble Hands"
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