have a sip of tea - life at first spring

have a pot of tea.

imagine sipping from a warm pot of tea.

when you take that first sip,

what type of tea did you imagine drinking?

is it light?

bitter?

sweet?

was the flavor,

a delicate blend of chamomile and honey?

soothing your senses with its gentle sweetness?

'cause in a world transformed by a pandemic,

a pot of tea became a sanctuary.

its warmth embraced us,

a refuge from realities.

throughout the pandemic,

our lives transformed in unpredictable ways.

in that tranquil moment,

dreams are woven into reality.

dreams intertwined with reality,

a tapestry woven with hope and hardship.

so did you dream a dream?

'cause we did.

ever wonder how one pandemic has changed all of us.

for the better or not,

it depend.

across digital landscapes,

crossing oceans.

we found solace in newfound friendships from corners of the world we'd never have explored otherwise.

new friendships blossomed,

transcending borders,

defying oceans.

oceans were crossed,

not just in miles but in experiences shared.

we navigated this uncharted territory,

how was yours like?

ours was wild.

our shared journey wild and untamed.

some said sometimes it takes ten years to get that one year that changes your life,

ours did.

let me tell you our story for CreateTogether.

and you can decide on what you think.

life at first spring.

as the spring festival's great lantern nears the sky,

upon the railroad tracks of time it flies.

each year it boards—again,

through moments lost and those in view.

what lessons whistled through the past?

what sights have held its gaze so fast?

what left its breathless, then slipped away?

what made it pause along the way?

what fleeting wonders lit its path?

what turned its head, what drew it back?

to guard the ones no longer here,

or those who’ve passed beyond their sight,

they hold their names,

they don’t ask why—

they hold their bubbles burning bright.

defending the bubbles of those now gone,

they hold them close,

they made them last.

yet as both scurring by,

& when both rush like fleeting streams,

can they tell where moments meet?

who can name the line between

what was, what is,

& what remains unseen?

who can tell the differences?

who can tell apart the past?

& should it board the wrong-bound train,

a ghost-bound train to yesterday,

step off before the tracks stretch thin—

the longer one stays,

the costlier the return,

the longer lost,

the harder to begin,

the harder the road to what was lost.

it is all multifaceted;

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