The Perfect Vinyasa
A yogic love story
Jay always noticed Lydia in yoga class. She had the perfect vinyasa; her knees never touched the floor in an upward dog. She even balanced in side crow with her slender arms unwavering.
Jay was a widower who took up yoga to help cope with his wife’s passing. He once had sandy brown hair, now left with only stubble around his bald head that formed a halo.