Yoga

At home, it’s only Dad and I again. Mom’s at work already, Cléo and Cyril at school.

At around 4PM, he knocks on the door of my poolhouse. “Wanna take a trip to the park? There’s a yoga class in an hour!”

So I drop the archeology tools, and we head to our favorite park in Willow Creek, and we get there just in time to change into sports clothes and hop onto the yoga mat. The day is overcast, but it isn’t supposed to rain for a while, so we can focus on our breathing and not our hair getting frizzy.

Tree pose! I’m a swaying tree, but it’s my favorite.

Two warriors in warrior II.

And here we have the yoga instructor making the both of us look like potatoes. Dad fell on his back before he could even complete his wheel.

We’re not the kind of family that gives up, so he puts his back back into it straight away, and curves it up.

“Well done on not dying, dad!”

“We’re the best.”

“What say we run out of here before she convinces us to go for thirty more minutes?”

“Yep! Let’s go skating.”