Pastels

As the water comes to a boil I drift off feeling the soft mist swirling through my finger tips. Seeing the lavenders, pinks, yellows and blues melting into each other before me. As my Spring Petals steeps I squeeze a fluffy, cotton candy cloud as it floats by. I lazily float on my back, face heaven ward weaving, sliding, melting into the pastel colors of the sunset. Mauves, periwinkles, golds. As I sip the palest trindle of grey starts creeping in. It melts itself around the big poof of clouds mingling with the pastels as they start their slow fade to night. I sip on, contemplating the setting sun and enjoying my pastel teascape.