An elderly black man stands over a stove in his New York home, making a cup of tea.
“There is a profound pleasure in taking ones time...”

The elderly man slowly pours the steaming tea into a roughly glazed black earthenware mug.
“When time is at your disposal...”

The man takes a sip of his tea and walks through the clutter of his open plan home to a grand piano. He sits down at the piano and closes his eyes.