i passed an open tea stand at 6:30 this morning on my way to the creek. shocked and unable to resist, i took a cup clenched in my teeth
down the gravel road as slowly as i could, trying desperately not to spill the hot tea all over myself. i sat here for nearly an hour, listening
to the creek, chain smoking gold flake cigarettes and savouring every last drop from the thimble of tea and it was somehow the warmest, sweetest,
most comforting drink i’d ever had. chai like a blanket in the morning chill. they know how to do it here.
a proud farmer
who begged me to take pictures of his vegetables.