When I sat down to write this, I had a cup of tea next to me. When I sat down to finish it, I had another, and a third will keep me company as I edit the photos. Tea is my ritual, my companion, my main source of caffeine; for some reason, though my body has opted to reject coffee, it has fully embraced the concept of gnarly-looking fermented leaves soaked in water. On a social note, I may embrace coffee but the taste lingers far too long. I liek a to hold a clean palate. And coffee does not allow that, although I enjoy the chat that goes around the beverage, if I am with a friend.