Have you ever been left breathless by the sight of beauty? Your heart stops, then stomps and flutters while you’re rendered mute. At the same time questioning it’s creator on the audacity of creating something that appears so perfect from the first inch to the last. Has such beauty given you that same feeling no matter how many times you see it? Find yourself fumbling around as to not make anybody aware of the awe that has blossomed in your being? If the eyes are the windows to the soul, would somebody lurking on the sill be a witness to the party in your living room? Have you ever been left breathless by beauty over and over again….?