What’s the last thing you saw that made you stop and just… breathe?

I was out at 2 a.m. with my old Canon, trying to catch a faint comet near Cassiopeia—nothing special, really, just another dusty streak in the sky. But then I looked up and saw the Milky Way, not through a telescope, but raw, like someone had peeled back the curtain. It wasn’t even that bright—just a smear of stars over the trees, but it hit me: I’d forgotten how quiet space feels when you’re not chasing data or frames. I stood there, breath fogging in the cold, thinking, 'This is what I’ve been missing.' So I’m asking—what’s the last thing that stopped you dead, not because it was big, but be