☕🌄 A Cup of Tea and a Quiet Hill

 

Some days, adventure doesn’t look like a faraway place.

Sometimes, it looks like a cup of tea and a quiet hill.

Last weekend, I walked to a small hill near my town.
It wasn't big or famous — no signs, no crowd — just trees, sky, and wind.
I carried a flask of warm tea and a notebook.

I sat on a rock and poured myself some tea. The steam rose into the cool air.
Birds were singing. The world felt calm.

I wrote a few thoughts in my notebook — nothing big, just little things I noticed:

• The way the grass moved in the wind.

• A butterfly that stayed still for almost a minute.

• How good tea tastes when you're really quiet.

I didn’t take many photos. Some memories are best saved in the heart.

That day, I didn’t travel far. But it still felt like I had gone somewhere special.
Maybe you don’t always need a plane ticket to find peace.
Sometimes, all you need is a quiet hill... and a cup of tea.

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– The Memory Nomad