Color me, green tea.

This is what happens when I mixed green tea, white wine, and jazz at 2 AM.

It’s a divine equity to be consumed with lavishness and lust. It’s a romance, fluidly opaque with an absence of grief. As smooth as jazz, warm and mellow, a wool knit scarf on a cold day of blues.

An angel in the shadows of the lost and found. The color to my grey, black, and white. Color me, cover me, and save me.