This is my down dog.
Really, if you say “down” to me, this is my preferred response.
Julie gave me an amazing opportunity this morning to run the trail along Hunter’s Bay and eastward along The Great Trail.
It is filled with wonderful smells of raccoon, chipmunk, bovine, deer, swine, and poo. So much poo.
It was only 4.5 hours of romping rumpus, yet all that sunshine and fresh air helped me find my sense of peace and zen.
This is my “down dog” on a yoga mat.
Do not disturb.