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.