Still excited when it’s quiet, when I’m quiet and when both are not.

The thrill can be balanced or out of whack.

Being terrified on a rollercoaster ride may be seen as different to the feeling you just strayed to the wrong street, in the wrong/somebody else’s, neighborhood.

When there’s a door you can return to, to close behind you, the relief can be palpable.

But that thrill of the new, the edge, the need to stay sizzlingly alert, just wonderful!