bālāsana

While I was sitting at the kitchen table, I noticed that someone had left a yoga mat out on the back porch table. The ridges and valleys took on the shape of a topographical map, a desertscape, or perhaps the terraced sand after the tide goes out. I went outside, barefoot in the puddles and took pictures until it was too dark to see, but none of them truly captured the snake-black curves, the sheen of the rain.