She rested her head on her arm and watched, mesmerized, as the tea diffused through the bag and into the water. If only life could always be this simple, she though, dropping an ice cube into the mug to cool it (she was too impatient for small sips). She spooned sugar into the mug and carefully stirred the tea into a whirlpool until she was sure the sugar had dissolved. This evening ritual was what brought her comfort, the one constant in her life of change. She wrapped her hands around the mug and brought it to her lips, drawing in the citrusy aroma before taking the first sip. She closed her eyes as the warmth slid down her throat and spread a calm through her body. These small moments, she realized, were what made life worth living.