No more snow, but this weekend it’s supposed to feel -20 degrees outside. That’s negative 20, thank you very much. Which means we’re keeping ourselves indoors for Valentine’s Day. But we celebrated its imminent arrival last night with a private Thai yoga session with the effervescent and grounded (how’s that for a combination?) Yoga Yael.
The temperatures may have been plunging outside, but in here, the windows were steaming up. That’s not a metaphor — they literally steamed up, as two dozen of us shed clothes and the bonds of gravity and practiced flying.
There was time for books, of course…
All in all, a deeply satisfying outing, even if this one was really an inning. We really would like winter to kindly disappear — but as long as New York has pleasures like this to offer behind closed doors, and good friends to share them with, we can tolerate the six more weeks of the cold stuff the groundhog has cruelly delivered. Want to join us? Bold women are always welcome — write to us at firstname.lastname@example.org.