Day begins like this. Engine hum. A roar more like. The Caribbean light, a winding road carving the Atlantic coastal side. I navigate it like a question I already know the answer to. A coffee run for sure.
If not a pilgrimage…then a ritual.
A loop in the matrix.
A slow rebellion in motion.
A coffee-temple commute for my barefoot soul.
My liturgy of sun, speed, and silence.
Days begins like this.
Scored by The Beginning. My friend, Mr Belle’s masterpiece.
Made right here in St. Barts. Real bangers. Real roots.
The Island in every bar. Just sun, engine hum,
and a beat that knows the dirt 🌴🎶
How do you start your day?
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