Winter draws me back behind its veil. I’ve been tripping about, exclaiming at signs of spring, but not today. One step forward, one step back is the transition dance right now. I draw back from driving through the traffic to yoga, and instead wander down to the jetty to sit.  It’s late afternoon. I can feel the day dropping away. Gently, the incoming tide laps against the rocks.
The scene is luminous, yet without colour, and my mind slips into stillness, into liquid silver. One definition of yoga is the stilling of the mind. Here as I sit, I am in yoga.