Breathe With [Your] Eyes.

I pretend that I breathe in beautiful sights with my eyes... That sounds so weird - I get that. I've kept it to myself until now. Since I was little I would try to inhale as much of the sight as I could in hopes that it would be stuck in my memory banks forever. I think it works. I remember sights vividly and with geat detail.

Our landscapes have been overwhelmingly beautiful around here... the hoar frost, the floating snow, the glittering ice... It's hard to deny that winter is a beautiful, beautiful season. My favorite. I breathe in beauty and I find it hard to describe, but impossible to forget.