He makes his pot of tea. (opening of dishwasher, drawers; running and pouring of water; the beginning gurgles as the tea starts to brew).
He crosses the living room and builds a fire. (scrap of cold ashes being removed, footsteps to the deck for wood, the moving around of the wood as it becomes a stack in the fireplace, the click of the lighter, the screen being closed).
He walks back across the room to pour his first cup of tea (the gentle trickle of tea into his mug) and refill the pot (a stronger stream of water). By now the fire has begun to crackle and snap. Footsteps again as he crosses to his special corner of the window seat and settles in to write in his journal and prepare for his day.
The gentle aroma of his special blend of tea wafts into the bedroom. The fire continues to crackle. Otherwise all is quiet.
It is a nice way to start a morning, listening to the sounds of home ~ with blessings
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