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The setting sun poured through the gigantic floor-to-ceiling window on the west wall of Spirit Yoga studio, bathing the bodies in front of us in different shades of chimney red, dark orange and auburn yellow.
Incense filled the room, mixing with the musky scent of the hard-working, sweat-drenched bodies.
A pulsating hip hop beat, accented by Indian tabla rhythms and sitar melodies, provided the perfect soundtrack: a sensual EDM heartbeat with global influences. The music was loud enough to soak Meg’s voice...depending on where she was walking...as instructions dropped from her mouth like mini challenges of endurance and flexibility throughout class.
God she is hot. I mused, scanning her body as she strolled past.
Sometimes yoga was peaceful - like the call of a loon across the lake
