Transmission #007: Espresso

Espresso

There are no rushes here. Only the slow pour; a ribbon of darkness settling into porcelain.

Espresso is not a playlist. It’s the measured inhale before the first sip. The weight of the cup in your hand. The way morning light filters through steam.

This is not music to wake you up.
This is music to keep you here.

Each note is roasted low, drawn out, softened at the edges. It leans into minor chords like they were meant to be savored. The bass hums like conversation across a marble café table; the piano lingers, unhurried, like a page turned in a book you’ve read before.

Best taken warm.
Eyes half-closed. Breath steady.
The kind of stillness that refills more than the cup.