My husband just bought me a tea pot. One of those that you pour boiling water into and steep the tea in so that you can have more than one cup of tea, or you can continuously give your one cup lots of warm ups. It is one of my little joys these days.
I enjoy the elegence of the faintly colored tea pouring out of the spout and into my mug.
I enjoy the feeling of holding my warm mug in my hand.
I enjoy the light sent of my tea.
I enjoy the ritual.
And most of all, I love looking at my teapot and thinking about my next cup of tea.