The soft unsilence before the tune begins serves to wake me up, and I consider the dreams of the night before giving in to the hopes of the day.
The kettle has water from last night in it, and so it is emptied, refilled, and put on to boil.
The teapot is warmed, dried, and two spoons of leaves are added. English Breakfast today.
The water boils and is added to the pot. It steeps while I clothe, brush my hair, find my shoes, turn on the PC.
Milk into the cup. Tea into the milk.
And the day can begin.