It's the feeling you get when your eyes happen to make their way up to the stars and their beauty holds you there for the seconds that seem to be hours. It's when you put the fire out and realize that the smoke that comes with the death of the fire is more captivating than the flames themselves. It when you feel so much pain you forget to breathe, and the breath you take after it's over feels like your first in years. I don't get to see you too often. But when I do, you are the stars. You are the smoke. You are the breath.