Susan King

Tea Ceremonies

The young man across the aisle pours for himself and his companion. Then with great care wraps the pot in his scarf. He leans over. Confides he has forgotten his woolly hat.

It is comforting to know that such a thing still matters. Value is still attached to keeping in the heat. I want to tell him this but don't. Just nod my understanding and smile . . .

Sunday best
the home-knitted cosy
in green and yellow stripes