Tea Is How We Pause

In Tunisia, the tea is always there.

Sometimes it’s served.

Sometimes it’s poured.

Sometimes it’s just waiting.

You sit.

You take the glass.

And for a moment,

nothing moves.

The Mint Was Picked Five Minutes Ago

In some cafés, it still grows in the corner.

You see someone walk out.

Cut a handful.

Come back in.

No ceremony.

No garnish.

Just mint that still smells like sun.

There Are Nuts on the Side

For balance.

Walnuts. Almonds. Pine nuts.

So the sweetness can land.

You hold the glass in your palm.

And your shoulders stop thinking.

No One’s Talking About Time

You’re not waiting for food.

You’re not killing time.

You’re not “catching up.”

You’re just there.

Looking around.

Watching someone else

breathe.

The tea holds everyone in place —

without asking them to.

The Tray Says It All

You don’t ask.

You don’t check.

You just hear the metal.

See the fog.

Smell the mint.

And feel yourself

land.

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