Urd picked his favorite cup, a mug-like ceramic of deepest blue, dropped
a few peppermint leaves into it and poured water. The aroma steamed to
He did not use sugar. He did not want honey this morning.
The brimming cup had to rest for a while — well his mother used to do
that with her freshly made cup of soursop bush. Said it calmed her nerves.
She, like her Hopi husband loved garlic too. Said it cleansed her arteries.
Urd remembered these as colors in the field of indigo flashed across his
recall and smile. It’s amazing how color fills our lives with their
impressions, their incursions.
Today, he has to meet Zeen, a woman likely to become his girlfriend in a
serious way. He likes Zeen, but did not want to rush into this mansion
His knowledge of women and relations had not developed significantly
despite his age of thirty. Thing is, he had spent most of his days of
earlier youth in colleges and university, steeped in and amazed by
philosophy, spirituality, psychiatry, the history of money, human
behavior, history of the West Indies and the Hopi peoples — the list
ran long rivets.
He sipped at the peppermint as he approached the window. As the hot tea
slipped passed his tongue, he felt a wonder shift in his brain.
The brain knows peppermint, he mused. Everything in the Earth is in the
body, he heard his wisdom father say.
What he saw as he approached the window was not what he expected. A car
pulled up. It was Zeen’s car parking just at the back of his car.
Rosetta had not anticipated Zeen’s preemptivity. That daughter of the
moon had been thinking ahead!—SH.