She picked an old-fashioned tea kettle because it whistled when the water boiled. That evoked wonderful memories of her grandfather, and how Gramps taught her to brew the perfect cup of tea.
Now, the process was a meditation for her. She took great care in selecting the right leaf, heating the water to just this side of boiling, then steeping the brew to coax the fullest flavor. Left too long and the tea is bitter, not long enough, and it’s too weak.
It was like contemplating forgiveness. Hers needed to steep a little longer before it could be served.