You know that feeling, after a particularly tough yoga, when you slip into savasana? Your body just sort of sinks into the mat, and instantly you're restored?
It's been raining here since Sunday, and I feel like I'm living in a constant state of savasana. Books, hot tea, open windows, and depressing music! (I've been listening to this song, on repeat. In fact, the entire cd is my go-to rainy day soundtrack.)
It's been raining here since Sunday, and I feel like I'm living in a constant state of savasana. Books, hot tea, open windows, and depressing music! (I've been listening to this song, on repeat. In fact, the entire cd is my go-to rainy day soundtrack.)
I don't know what it is about a gray and dreary sky that speaks to my soul, but boy does it. Maybe it's because they're a realization of all of the things I am on the inside? Maybe it's because they're the perfect excuse to indulge in a little bit of laziness? Either way, I'll never be mad at a rainy day.
Happy weekend, friends. :]
Happy weekend, friends. :]