Please avoid sighing without thinking

The language of sighing for Others:

"What I love about Japan are the pockets of simplicity, grace, and ease of life, the moments suspended in time," writes FosiBear. "Here an elderly temple matron is quietly and gently raking scarlet maple leaves from the moss-covered grounds: an ode to a simpler life surrounded by exquisite natural beauty."

More kitsch of sighing:
"Just outside Recoleta Cemetery, the tango music played," writes agirlintheworld in the Dream Trip entry "Let's Dance." "I watched in guilty rapture as the couple swayed around the square. Tango, when done correctly, is so intimate. It makes the audience feel like a voyeur, a witness to something that they shouldn't be seeing, drawn in by the beauty of it all. This is what made me decide to move to Buenos Aires someday. Sometimes, life just needs to be danced away."

Not everybody sighs... sometimes a simple reminiscence instead:

"I remember being enchanted with the Luxembourg Gardens in Paris," funksoulbrotha writes. "The Paris of my imagination lived there, where children ran around, an old musician played an accordion, and oversize hedgerows made me feel like Alice in Wonderland."

Sigh-police also approve:
"While I was concentrating on how to photograph this giant biomass, a local father and son duo of musicians came over to serenade me," writes normans in the Dream Trip entry "The Musicians". "Their performance was distracting, so I gave them a few pesos and asked in my poor Spanish that they stop playing. They misunderstood and played even louder until I tried with more vigor and pesos to persuade them to stop. Receiving money to cease playing was beyond their comprehension; the boy's face melted into a look of frustration and bewilderment. My photo of his expression is more memorable to me than all the photos I finally took of the Tule Tree."