I keep coming back to this picture -- I haven't figured out why, yet. I think it's because this is what I call a 'gestalt' picture. You know, sometimes the subject of a photograph is so arresting that nothing else matters, and sometimes the technique is what demands attention; sometimes it's because it's unusual or unexpected. Then there are the ones where you can't easily put your finger on any one element that keeps dragging you back. This is one of those. There's mystery here, and joy and hope and loneliness... I kinda feel like a stalker and I kinda feel like I'm glad to be home, finally. I'm not sure what you did here, but please, keep doing it!