Tea With A Friend

They might have been mother and daughter, aunt and niece or simply friends, sitting in Fortnum & Mason in London, having tea. I was struck by the light outlining the tea service and the way that their sweaters did not match but complemented. Now I look at this image and feel a bit sad. How long will it be before we can sit at a small table, sharing a pot of tea and some quiet conversation, face to face? That day WILL come again. When it does, I will savor the simple presence of the friend much more than the tea.