Crawl inside, wait by the light of the moon
Come to my window, I'll be home soon...
- Melissa Etheridge

I have this strange feeling. It's a bit like falling in love for the first time but not quite. There is all the anticipation but none of the euphoria. It's like reconnecting with an old love but not quite. There is the warm familiarity but none of the blurry history. It's like making a new friend but not quite. There is the eagerness to learn more but not the desire to be on one's best behaviour. It also feels like bumping into an old friend but again, not quite. There are all the comfortable silences but none of the secret rituals of the past.