You take my breath away

It takes your breath away, cliché but true. Voice stolen for a second when first words are spoken in a while. Cold air’s bitterness, an invisible thief felt everywhere during the freezing winter runs but impossible to evade. A specter of the January night, hauntingly reaching inside your chest to own what is there. However, the voice always returns and the second it disappears is akin to quickly looking over the edge of a very high bridge, highly uncomfortable. This ephemeral shock is replaced by a surge of energy, which quickly conquers the cold leaving a rush of happiness in not being daunted by the dark frigid night.