remember what it was like as a kid, waking up to a field of freshly-fallen snow? The world was transformed, refreshed, a blank slate upon which you could make whatever mark you wished.

Did you tip-toe around the edges before jumping into the middle to stamp out mazes, build snowmen, or imprint angels?

In a day though, it was all well-trodden. Layer upon layer of boot-prints, sled-marks, various fluids....

The wonder is gone.

No matter how much you pretend otherwise, you cannot get it back.

A new site / community is the same. A blank slate to do with what you wish. Once that's gone, and the rules and norms have been established, you cannot wish it back.

I like the people here.

And I've been finding the job strangely addictive.