I started thinking about the small things that bring me joy. Every morning, my husband makes me coffee. He hands me a cup and gives me a kiss. His kisses taste like coffee. It’s simple. Maybe even a little cheesy, but it makes me happy. And I figured—if something that small can uplift me, maybe it could do the same for someone else. So, “Black Coffee” is really a love song to the everyday rituals that keep us grounded.