Cup of Tea

The cup of tea was standing in front of him. Light fumes were dancing upwards. He looked more closely and studied the movements of the fumes. Slowly upwards, then faster, and gradually fading into nothingness.
He could sometimes look at the cup for many minutes, letting the thoughts follow the movements. Letting them be the movements, to break the patterns and discover new areas to explore. And there was the anticipation. That a few minutes later, the first taste would fill more of the senses and stimulate more new thoughts, and inspire new dreams for the future.

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