Yoga, no matter the weather

We gathered in the green
alongside the path to the
arboretum where the grass
was damp, fog pressed against
the tree line, and the cool air
had collars raised and jackets
zipped up to the chin.

It wasn't the first time over
the last few days that 
I wondered if this was 
a good idea.

Outdoor yoga.

The first class of the season,
in Maine, late spring, where
despite the occasional warmer
days, I've yet to let go
of my wool hat ... or gloves.

But it was so enticing ...
outdoor yoga.

It conjured images of
a soft breeze and
relaxation ...

for me certainly, and
likely, too, for the two
who sat on their mats
to my left and the
six to my right.

We clasped our hands,
downward dogged,
stretched our child
poses, and planked
our bodies into heat
generating engines.

When we finally
lay back with a deep
inhale and eyes to the
sky, we were relaxed,
warmed, and grounded.

And a soft breeze
swept over us.
 

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