When the glass of ice tea sits on the counter too long without any attention, the ice melts and the tea becomes a washed out brown more clear at the top of the glass than at the bottom. The ice loses its definition as condensation coats the glass and wets the surface where it sits. The once refreshing glass of tea loses its appeal. On the way to the refrigerator, a passerby spots it puddling on the counter top, stops, and picks the glass up tempted to take a drink in spite of its lack luster appearance. However, the passerby decides not to drink it and dumps the tea down the drain.
Some days we're the tea.
Some days we're the passerby.
Some days everything goes down the drain.
I'd like to say it ain't so, Cami Rose. I'd like to say it's always refreshing, but never forget. There is an abundance of tea out there just waiting to be brewed. That's the adventure!
And what does this picture have to do with tea? Nothing, but I like it!
For everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance. Ecclesiastes 3:1-4
Peace. Love, Linda
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