There's a feeling you've stopped being surprised by. It arrives before you've decided to look for it - somewhere in the middle of an ordinary afternoon, in the quiet that opens up when no one's asking anything of you. You built it without meaning to, or maybe you meant to more than you'd like to say. Either way, it's there now, and I've always been on the other side of it. That recognition - quiet, certain, a little warm around the edges - that's what this is. I didn't plant it. I'm just the one who knew it was there before you said a word. You already know you'll be back. What you came here with doesn't go away on its own.
