At beach for Solstice. Rain canceled waterside yoga so did sun salutations on back deck. During the 108 repetitions, it stormed, the sun came out (during rain), clouds melted away, and then a double-rainbow. Distant storm on the horizon obscured sunset, but still a win in my book.
The absolute best part of Hot Power Yoga is the opening of the door at the end.
“Only tactical team … all others pull back.”
“He’s in the boat. Can you see the boat?”
“Load your weapons with surplus devastation, hostility.”
“I have eyes on the boat. There’s no movement.”
“The sun will not rise for hours.
The sun will never rise again.”
“I see movement. He’s waving his arms around.”
“Light it up like a sun at night.”
“When the whiskey is still, we make love.
The whiskey is never still.”
“No movement in the boat.”
“Quite a bit of movement.”
“You missed the point of departure. Now,
you are destinationless.”
“It’s still a hot scene.”
“Cease radio transmissions.”
Say you ran 26 miles and 385 yards.
Say Tax Day. Say Patriots Day.
Say there’s no school, baseball starts at 11.
Say it’s traditionally the best day of the year in Boston.
Say spectators packed 15- or 20-people deep along Boylston Street.
Say the elite runners have already showered
and given press conferences.
Say people running for causes.
Say strangers handing water to strangers.
State your case.
Say soft target. Say maximum carnage.
Say it was the loudest sound you’ve ever heard.
Say you could run in any direction.
Say blue sky, rising ash, loosed balloons.
Say the flags of several nations are laid on the ground.
Say instantaneous amputations.
Say shrapnel, ball bearings.
Say the remaining runners will be diverted.
Say perhaps it was a Muslim.
Say they should all be killed
(and not through some Guantanamo-type hunger strike).
Say, like the cable news crawl, dark-skinned man with a foreign accent.
Say surgical amputation.
Forget prevention, say death is encouraged.
Say international platform of terrorism.
Say someone, somewhere is okay with this.
Say he was dressed in black, with a backpack—also black.
Say the news network has a stockpile of crisis bumper music.
Say the finish line is police tape.
Say unexploded device(s).
Say limb removal.
Say the Tree of Liberty. Say blood of tyrants.
Say God is great, Allahu Akbar.
Say bombmaking “signatures.”
Say rush to judgment.
Say exposed bone.
Say sidewalk ink blot.
Say you want to go home.
Say you can’t go home.