Getting ready to go to work this morning, I checked the thermometer and it read 9 degrees Fahrenheit ( that's about -12 to those of you in the rest of the world ), so I decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea to take my camera along, since I would have to leave it in my unheated car all day. Naturally, my commute featured one of the most glorious sunrises I can ever remember, an explosion of oranges and pinks across the entire sky, backlighting Mt. Hood exquisitely.
What do you call the feeling that is an equal mixture of "Ooh, wow, pretty" and "Auugghh, I left my camera at home!" ? Appreciative anguish?