What little thing keeps me happy? This is gonna sound dumb, but….

A nice glass of clean water. Slightly chilled, no ice. In a proper clean glass, not in plastic, styrofoam, aluminum, or what-have-you.

First I just enjoy the taste and the “texture”, I guess you could call it. This is where the glass helps a lot.

Not while I’m watching TV, not while eating food. And not because I’m particularly parched (although quenching that is awesome, too).

It’s just a moment. Me and the water. And the glass. Not really thinking about anything, not distracted or stressed.

It’s clean. Pure. (Yes of course, it’s been treated, so maybe I’m enjoying that? Not sure what to say here.)

Sometimes I’ll reflect how casually I can do this when other parts of the world cannot. Or other times in the world, for that matter. I might linger a moment on how fundamentally necessary water is to life.

But usually I’ll just sip and enjoy the moment, not thinking about anything.

Just the water.