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Reflets dans l'eau


It was a Ravel kind of morning. Autumn whispered through the balmy air, a crisp September breeze that carried me down to Harbor East for the bi-weekly grocery trek. (N.B. The best time to shop at the Harbor East Whole Foods is around 9-10am on any given weekday. Completely stocked and virtually deserted.) Along the piers, the sun glinted off the water, crystal on cobalt. Back home, to get the juices flowing I read through some Ravel and let the wash of watercolor drown out the various construction jobs taking place outside.

A midday hot yoga class confirmed that my shoulder was injured no longer, and I lowered into my chaturangas with relish while sweating out a sizeable percentage of my body's water content. The walk home felt more like a float. And the buttery, mid-September 2pm sunlight is the best kind of sunlight.

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