Yoga
The fresh, melodic air felt cool against my skin,
kissing the tips of my fingers, the back of my neck, even the tiny spaces between my toes.
A whirling, blissful rush of chilled waves rushed around me.
I could breathe, and with each breath I tasted the succulent, promising flavor of hope, love, and serenity.
Copyright © Brian Byrne | Year Posted 2018
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