“ There is a coherence in things, a stability;
something, she meant, is immune from change, and shines out
(she glanced at the window with its ripple of reflected lights)
in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby;
so that again to-night she had the feeling she had had once to-day already,
of peace, of rest.
Of such moments, she thought,
the thing is made that remains for ever after. “
{Virginia Woolf}
light caressing
steam rising
slowly sipping
quietly savoring
in the face of the flowing
the fleeting
the spectral
this morning
ritual remains
nourished
comforted
and sustained
So lovely!