The first quiet ritual of the day, and the ten minutes I'm really after.
Beans weighed, water just off the boil, the house still asleep.
The slow pour wakes the kitchen before anyone else stirs. I'm not chasing the perfect cup so much as the small, deliberate stretch it takes to make one: the grind, the bloom, the minute of standing still before the day asks anything of me.
I keep the kit simple and the routine the same, day after day. It's less about gear than about the quiet. Here's how the morning goes, and the beans worth getting up for.
Not the perfect cup, really, just the ten minutes it takes to make one.