☕ Some mornings, the light itself feels like a reminder. Steam rising, wings lifting, time folding into something ordinary — and sacred.

In this Coffee pour, I ask a question that’s been pressing on me: If I could plant only one seed before I die… what would it be?

This episode isn’t about legacy in stone or applause. It’s about the mindset we leave behind — the quiet way we teach those who come after us how to keep searching, keep wondering, and keep growing.

From the hope my mother planted, to the resilience I see in my children, this pour is about the seed that outlives us. The one that matters more than any name we carry.

️ This is I Drink My Coffee Black and My Whiskey Neat.

Where we don’t shout. We pour.

And today, we’re planting something worth growing.