I knew it would wonderful to return to the New Pittsburgh Renaissance Festival.  But something unexpected happened to me.  Instead of feeling like it was a whole new day at a whole new faire, it felt more like old times.  It was the familiar streets of Morelandshire, the faces of old friends, and the return of the magic that I'm so used to feeling.  The first day of the faire didn't feel like we were back after two years.  It felt like I had been there yesterday, and the day before. There were changes, of course.  Mostly changes for the better.  A few -- not so much.  But the essence of the place, the magic of the intangible, is still there.  It was good to be home.