Watching the Swirl

My little brown feet waddled across the smooth kitchen counter. Next to the kettle, a glass mug sat warm and quiet. I nestled right beside it. Inside the warm water, amber tea leaves were softly tumbling and drifting down to the bottom. Each curl of steam drifted upward in no hurry at all. I leaned my plush cheek against the cozy glass and waited, enjoying every quiet swirl.