When visiting Augusta National for the first time, it’s strange to know your way around a place you’ve never been, to recall events in sharp relief that you didn’t witness.

Your first day at Augusta won’t give you a daylong case of déjà vu, exactly. It will leave you with a beautiful ache, a bittersweet mix of gratitude for having arrived somewhere you’ve always wanted to go and mourning for the different place your imagination has made it.

You will feel lucky and sad. You will feel joyous and unnerved. You will feel a sense of community and unbelonging, as though you’ve been in the company of friendly ghosts.

Award-winning writer Chris Jones reflects on his experience last year attending the Masters for the first time, offering thoughtful reflection on the club and tournament we know so well, yet at the same time hardly know at all.