Sept 29, 1998. I had to look up the date. That night I happened to catch the very first episode of "Felicity." I know this may sound warped and strange, but watching that episode and that first season really hit me in an emotional way that's hard to explain. Something about the way Keri Russell played her so perfectly and humbly and unsure and frightened and yet strong, constantly tugging at a place in my own psyche to where I knew exactly where she was coming from and had been there before. Something about the way the slow-paced direction of the show which allowed for more time to think through and feel the emotions. Something about the emerging strong woman element. Something. But that first episode and that first season I couldn't get the show out of my head. I didn't want to either. It felt part of my soul.

So when I saw that they'd just released the entire first season of the show on DVD I picked it up knowing that it would take a week, a weekend, or at least a rainy night for me to watch and absorb back those thoughts and feelings. Last night I spent the evening wrapped in a blanket, glued to the first several episodes. The show always felt like a session with her therapist, and in a way it was a therapeutic session for the audience too. Television does have a strong power. Good thing I really don't watch too much of it.