The Tea Fields at Dawn: Mist on terraces and unhurried picking

Isla Merriweather

The best tea is picked slowly, before the heat rises and the mist still clings to the rows. This is a walk through terraced fields at first light: the quiet rhythm of hands moving leaf by leaf, the damp air settling on the hillside, the distant sound of workers calling softly to one another across the slopes. Unhurried and richly detailed, it settles the mind by giving it somewhere gentle to rest, step by patient step, until sleep arrives on its own.