Do you ever step outside in the morning and feel like you get the breath knocked right out of you? I don’t mean in the it’s-minus30C+windchill-and-you’re-gasping-for-even-the-tiniest-breath-of-air-not-completely-devoid-of-moisture kind of way. I mean in the I-didn’t-expect-to-be-exposed-to-this-kind-of-utter-beauty-before-my-morning-coffee kind of way. This morning was one of those mornings. It was the kind of morning that makes you want to breathe a little more deeply, walk a little more slowly, and write tons of really cheesy poetry. I guess there is an upside to ice fog.
What takes your breath away?