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.