It's six thirty AM. The wife and kids are sleeping peacefully. I find myself on a sea-facing, eighth floor balcony of a Best Western in Okinawa, Japan, Kouki beach, drinking a pourover coffee I just made from single origin Ethiopian Yirgacheffe beans, whilst eating a perfectly paired Sunny Hills pineapple cake from Taiwan, listening to the ocean lap the sandy beach whilst accompanied by the patter of soft morning rain. The sun is beginning its ascent.
The morning started at four AM, with close to an hour of meditation, reading Die Leiden des jungen Werther, in Chinese, and thinking about possible jazz improvisations on three standards I've learned in class this semester.