Jasmine in the afternoon

Late afternoon is lazily floating around me.

The light is flickering in and out of clouds and I can almost feel the darkness lingering in slowly.

As the sky begins to grow dim my body appeals for rest.

I notice my shoulders – too stiff to move my arms and my neck drowsy and unbending.

My mind on the verge of collapse rallies with my body and we sit in silence together.

Body and mind in tacit peace.

The dull hum of the building around me feeds the moment.

Lifting the warm ceramic to my lips, I pause, letting the jasmine infuse my senses; a hot, sweet spiciness that I can almost glimpse with my eyes; delicate pearly whisps suspended before me.

My nostrils caress the spices that dance barefoot as they slowly enter, embracing the aroma.

Sipping the liquid and feeling the colorful flavor, time no longer matters.

Hot luscious softness permeates my belly and my throat.

Closing my eyes ever so gently all there is is this moment.

3 Comments on Jasmine in the afternoon

  1. Marit Cooper
    December 5, 2005 at 3:53 am (14 years ago)

    Now is all there is :-)

  2. Allison Paskett
    December 6, 2005 at 8:52 pm (14 years ago)

    this entry reads like a poem! so lyrical. how are you . . . aside from this perfect afternoon that is. I am nearly done with the gradschool process – sending out the last ones by the 15th . . . then I will hopefully be back on the web. hope all is well there.

    happy holidays to you and your guy!

  3. Alina Chau
    December 7, 2005 at 1:33 am (14 years ago)

    Love jasmine tea!! nice sketches!!

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