running / heat / breath / yoga / meditation

Waterfalls cascading from my brow, crawl down the curvature of body parts, pooling in vibrations throughout my soul. Lushness of early morning silence echoes from each rose petal. Succulent beads of dew hang suspended above each thorn.

 The scent of heat so thick it latches onto my breath, as my sneakers peer out from a black frame of pavement. Breath so ensconced in mornings cocktail, that toxic drips of humidity taste upon my lips.

 In the hurried of the morning's heat, my sneakers succumb to a greater force of nature...sweat and heat, become the tightly wrapped shawl which cuts off my breath...