Sitting in the Blue Chair.

I am sitting in the blue chair listening to this stillness.
The only sound the occasional gurgle of tea
coming out of the pot and into the cup.

How can this be?
Such calm, such peace, such solitude
in this world of woe.

From 'The Sixth of January' by David Budbill

Not exactly a blue chair, but surrounded by blue. 

This is a quote a friend reminds of me each autumn.

Can you just imagine sitting in this chair,

oh the peace and solitude would delight me.

Take me away from the woes of the world. 
Take a moment or even two to sit in a pretty chair and sip a cup of tea.