Earl Grey with Honey

I curl up on the couch and look out the picture window waiting for the birds to come to the feeder.  I don't think they like this batch of food because the feeder has been full for days.  The citrus scented steam rises to my nose as I hug my favorite mug to my chest and inhale gently.  The first sip is always the best.  The warm, sweet, milky tea soothes my scratchy throat and the chill of the afternoon melts away.  I am home.