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foggy morning yoga

I woke up on Monday morning to the smell of fresh coffee and my husband singing to himself in the kitchen. We were staying with my mom who had already left for work. When I entered the living room, still rubbing the sleep off my eyes, I noticed the thick fog outside and wanted to get to the lake before we’d lose the magical atmosphere. We were the only two people out on the lake. Cold and quiet. Inner warmth. Fresh air cleansing the lungs. The world, the past and the future, invisible, blurred. Just the breath and the body.

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