To espresso or to latte, that is the question...whether 'tis tastier on the palate to choose white mocha over plain...or to take a cup to go. Or a mug to stay, or extra cream, or have nothing, and by opposing the endless choice, end one's heartache.

-Jasper Fforde

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I remember the year I took a photo of my morning latte almost every day. I followed along with others who were doing the same on Instagram. I even turned some of those shots into a tiny book. Today I might take a photo with my phone, especially if I am out and about and the barista has done magic with that foam, but for the most part I have lost interest. But this morning was different. I wanted to pay homage to this part of my day, for it is a constant, something I look forward to even as I am crawling into bed the night before. I am picky about my coffee beans, picky about the milk, and my mug. It is the solo dance I do, in the dark of the kitchen, as the sun rises over the lake, the ritual that sets the stage for the day ahead.