The world's just changed forever. Let's have a cuppa

​I don't know if it helps, but I'm making a big pot of tea. It's quite strong, real leaves, cos that's how I was brought up. I've got a couple of packs of virtual timtams that I wrestled someone for in the shopping isles... everyone else was going for the toilet paper, but just wait, I'll be able to trade later, a timtam for a roll. Let’s crack one of them open now though.

So here's your cuppa, I made the cup with my hands from clay I collected out of the ground, and I baked the clay in the campfire and glazed it with milk, it's rustic looking and it still smells a bit like bushsmoke, but the tea is hot and good.

And now you have your tea, and I have mine, can we go out to sit and look at stars? It's a beautiful night, the air is crisp but not too cold. The milky way is a giant galloping dragon running from one end of the sky to the other. We don't have to talk, we don't have to say anything at all.

I'm leaning a little against you, our shoulders are touching. I sip my tea. You sip yours. On the other side of you is another one of us, and on the other side of me. Here we all are. Just sitting in the Quiet, in the deep stillness, the space between breaths. Where there is nothing to do, nowhere to be.

The tea is good, it's hot and I can taste the tannins. The cup is rough and comforting in my hand. An owl cuts a dark shape into the bowl of stars, silent as it hunts. Far off we can hear waves, or is it wind?

In this moment, in this endless moment, words want to pass my lips but I don't speak. I want to tell you I love you, but I don't need to. It's all there in the simple pressure of your shoulder, in the soft sounds of sip and sigh, in our deepening breaths, in the velvet kiss of night.

​There is nothing to say. The stars say it all.