A Pinch of Starry Cinnamon

My little brew needed something sweet and lively to balance that earthy thyme. I tottered along the wooden ledge toward the spice jars, humming a cozy rhythm as I peered up at the glass bottles. Right there, resting against a jar of cloves, was a stray wooden honey dipper with a dusty sprinkle of ground cinnamon cling to its grooves. With a joyful little chuckle, I gave the dipper a careful nudge with my pestle until a tiny, fragrant amber cloud dusted down right into my pot. The warm, spicy puff made my chubby cheeks tingle with pure satisfaction!