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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