It's dawn at the tea shop in Viyyur.
Dawn is the time of mystery, of revelations, of murder, of metamorphosis.
It's dawn at the tea shop in Viyyur and something so familiar to me seems foreign today.
I have forgotten my own name
How do you hold a cup?
Is this how you drink tea?
It's dawn at the tea shop in Viyyur and it seems to me like the first of all dawns.
Like this is the only sunrise that ever mattered.
It's dawn and I can't help but marvel at how you glow in the soft morning light.
I lose track of the conversation as I watch you drink tea.
I find myself collecting proof of you being human.
Human. Human. Human. I remind myself.
It's dawn at the tea shop in Viyyur and I'm fascinated by everything.
My senses take in too much at once.
It's dawn. At the tea shop. In Viyyur.
