The storm last night passed in thunder, lightening, wind

lifting tree branches, humidity and sweat. Climbing out 

of the basement from yoga class, we all remarked at the change, 

our lungs heavy with moisture, in spite of having stretched

for an hour. The instructor easy but we were exhausted, all.

Something in the air always begs its own needs. We mere

passengers on this little planet, all its big cycles so necessary,

a small time.