(Author’s note: I’ve been gone the last few weeks, partially due to overtime at work, but also partially because I’ve been dealing with a massive mental health issue that has cropped up more and more as the years go by. I decided to be proactive, but that required me to be away. Anyhow, I’m back to a form of equilibrium, and here’s my next piece of work.)
Tea In The Sahara
by Miles H. Rost
The average person wouldn’t understand the comfort of a whistling tea kettle.
They wouldn’t understand it if they were posted to a Mauritanian outpost for years on end.
Five long years sitting with miles of sand in front of me, and 2 miles from the ocean behind me. All to collect a long dead currency for travel along the coast and security from invaders.
I was relieved of my post and sent to Tangier, my next post being a trade house clerk. Much busier, but not as dusty. And the comforting tea kettle whistles to me that everything’s quite okay.
Music and Fiction 
Comfort is often made of the smallest things. You evoked that well
That would be the sort of thing you’d have to have experienced to understand, I’m sure. Good to see you back, Miles. I hope the month gets better and better for you.
-David
Arduous journey
There is something very comforting about the sound of a whistling kettle – (sending a virtual hug, I know it’s not as good as a real one – but then again, no germs! – glad you are here❤️)
Fascinating story, Miles; nicely paired with the Police song.
The comfort of something familiar cannot be overstated. Love your story. I hope you are feeling better!
Without my coffee maker and electric kettle I’d be lost. Seriously!