Thursday, April 26, 2007

Spring Color Pops on the Way to Yoga

The calendar shows spring. The clock chimes noon. My bare feet beg for shoes and my knees ache from cold.

Patience, I say as I head toward my yoga class where I will warp my blood into a dream of warm. As I walk toward the PE building, there are actual signs of spring and suddenly I feel warm and happy as the hibernation gray of this day releases me.

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