Carefully retrieved, the smooth ceramic warms my palms.

The bag promised none of the memories that soon blossom in my mind.

Just as well, for if the tea makers knew their power over me I might be broke on chamomile alone. Nonetheless, I thank them for echoes of the past.

Elody Dawn is a joyful mother of three. She studied anthropology before turning to writing full-time. In partnership with her husband, she writes on relationships and how to form deeper connections with the ones that you love.