Tea Time Prattle

Quiet murmuring conversations that languish in the ears like mantras softly chanted. Hands held in brittle motion, Gently touching fragile cup handles. Shoulders held erect and back to give the spinal cord a shape. Decorated in lace and gauze, Shawdowed with broad brimmed spring hats. It isn't the conversation, companionship, or the location that stirs the rush to participate. It is the setting of the scene, and the acting out of a prearranged part in lifes little organizations that call to some souls.