The first time I saw you, you were eating an apple. Since then I’ve seen you a number of times and you’ve quickly established yourself as one of the better parts of my day. Although we have not spoken, and our encounters have been brief, when I see you running down the street to catch the bus, or walking towards me, I experience transfiguration——where I feel myself dissolving in a paroxysm of the most exquisite anxiety. And when returning from dreams, still shaking off the dust of sleep, and though radiant you appear too tired to talk, I only want to tell you how beautiful you are, and that you brighten my mornings immeasurably. Perhaps we can start with a cup of tea sometime?