Thursday, March 27, 2014

Early Spring

Quiet weekend after a night of strangers mixing with old friends, Umphrey's,  pizza, whiskey, and a black dress in Aspen. Feeling thick inside and out. Yearning to stretch my cold pale limbs out into the warm sun and run over newly exposed earth and mud.

But I don’t.

Instead I perch on the barstools of our kitchen, drinking mugs of warm stinging dark coffee and gluing my irritated over-worked eyes to another Netflix indie.

This too will pass.

I go to my mat and whip up a heavy downward dog.


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