There is a settling, simple feeling of familiarity. In the primitive lines, you get a sense of order... peace... how things have always been and always should be. Cleaning the bookshelves in the early afternoons... that part of early fall where the air is just cool enough to be comfortable but not so much your hands ache... checking one one of the kids who'd had a fever in the morning...
A headache is beginning to settle behind your eyes if you try to focus on any detail in particular and the edges are your vision is flickering.]