I was alone in the early morning, taking a leisurely stroll along the shores of Lake Michigan. I heard the voice long before I saw it. The voice was powerful, commanding, authoritative, demanding … everything I was trying to escape this beautiful morning.
As I rounded the bend, I found the source of the noise pollution … a yoga class. The instructor sounded like an Army drill sergeant, the class responding crisply to each “command”. The lone man in the back looked like he was dragged there against his will.
I thought yoga was supposed to be relaxing.
Thought for the Day: Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings. Jane Austen