There is a cup of hot steaming tea on my desk. Not that I moved away from my usual coffee, I had my fill of the black gold earlier this morning. The earthen mug that I got at Castlefest almost burned my fingers when I carried it from the kitchen to my computer room.
It holds a fond memory of beer, dancing and Scrum on a beautiful terrain with a setting sun. Lovely people wrapping their care around me like a warm blanket.
It was a great summer.