I sit in the crisp fall night on a wooden bench, wrapped in a scarf & gloves, feeling a touch of chill pass over my face. I listen to the wind conducting the trees & leaves in the harmony of a song sung as a round. I watch the fast-moving thin clouds pass over the half full moon with the cotton ball clouds hanging on the horizon. I smell the earthy scents of nature preparing for winter’s hibernation. I taste the sweet leaves of my chamomile tea. This is Yoga. I am simply grateful. Thank you.
