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I hear the tinkle of metal.. the musical clanging that means the ceremony is about to begin.  I hear the rustle of the dry leaves and smell the range of refreshing, heavenly perfumes emanating from them. I see the light that makes the sweet bits of sand shine like diamonds. I feel the warmth on my face, the warmth in which all of these revel. I stir the drink of nostalgia creating a whirlpool of memories. Thrice clock-wise, thrice anti-clockwise. I gingerly wait, watching the whirlpool transform into a bubbling volcano that finally erupts into a myriad of emotions that cloud the senses. I try and collect these.

And then I have my cup of tea 🙂