Miyo rubbed her eyes, blinked at the dark sky outside the doors of the teahouse. The night breeze brought goosebumps that she was only now noticing on her arms.
She sighed, her breath stirring the piles of tea leaves scattered atop both the counter and the work table behind it, the kettle and the numerous cups long since cooled. But she was no closer to the blend she had envisioned this morning.
‘Perhaps it was just a dream,’ Miyo thought as she began to gather her things. But even as the words went through her mind, she knew that wasn’t it.
The night wind echoed her new thought.
‘Don’t give up. Tomorrow is another day.’