There is an atmospheric stillness to the morning that only a fresh cup of coffee can truly punctuate. For years, that’s been my ritual: the aromatic wake-up call that sets the gears in motion. But as the shadows lengthen and the day winds down, my allegiance shifts. I find myself reaching for the kettle, listening for that familiar whistle that signals the transition to tea.
It’s a simple, rhythmic process. You boil the water, submerge a bag of your favorite blend, and wait for the infusion to darken. Usually, after a few minutes of steeping…
