I realized this when I found myself staring at the hot water I was pouring over my teabag. I was watching the rich darkness cloud and corrupt the water like blood from a shark attack victim corrupts the seawater - peacefully.
I think I know what the water feels like as its being overtaken by color and flavor - like sliding into a hot bath feels to sore muscles. Like the advanced stages of hypothermia to a lost mountainclimber. Like smooth smoke in a smoker's lungs. Like being enveloped and surrounded by strong, warm, comfortable arms. Like a featherbed.
This water and I have been corrupted, and all we can do is let soft, curling tendrils of steam escape from our lips. Because we like it.