This winter I have acquired a new friend.

Her name is Jasmine Green.

She lives in a teapot, a cup, a jar, sometimes an unbleached filter.

But she’s always nearby.

She brings her friend Honey along too.

We have some good times.

She offers me a handle on the difficult moments.

I often think of her in the middle of the night and can’t wait to see her in the morning.

It must be love.