Two cups of tea and Silence

   The days passed monotonously. However, waking up one morning,it seemed to me that something would be different, perhaps easier.
But it only seemed to me. In a weak attempt to do something useful, I took all the books from the bookshelves, trying to reorganize them. Sitting there, on the floor among the books, I decided that it was a good idea to select a few books to read. Now I think it wasn’t the best idea. I quickly realized that it was difficult for me to concentrate. My thoughts were everywhere, so I gave up my attempts with books and I went into the kitchen. It turned out that I had left the TV on, the screen of which lit up the kitchen and some furniture surfaces, including the table. Without turning on the light, I made two cups of tea at once: a cup of herbal tea and a cup of black tea with cinnamon and sugar. It seemed to be the best idea of the whole day. On the screen, a reporter was talking with confident gestures.
‘’Perhaps something political,’’ I thought. I didn’t turn on the sound, so that didn't give the reporter any opportunity to fill the kitchen with noise. I liked the silence. It was everywhere.