I had the most interesting ride home from yoga class last night.
I was very relaxed and centered from the yoga. It was dark out, and quite chilly.
Instead of my usual brisk ride home to stay warm, I rode home very slowly. I felt the cold. I stayed very centered on my bike. I felt the power from my legs turning the cranks. I felt the cold air on my face and in my nose and in my lungs. I remembered a Nietzsche quote I used to think about during night rides in Pittsburgh, “…for he was an experienced night-walker, and liked to look into the face of all that slept.”
I got home and I hadn’t “harshed my mellow.” My mellow survived a barrage of questions about yoga from my husband, and multiple meows from the cats.
I think I shall keep cycling to evening yoga classes.