a moment

34 floors up, I make my way to my rooftop. 

The sun is moving quickly to it's bed in the sky. 

I can feel the thick air, warm with the heat from the day envelope me as I unroll my yoga mat for my evening practice. 

I can hear the cicadas humming many floors below.

I hear the soft murmur of the evening traffic in the distance. 

I see the birds taking a rest on the beams that line the rooftop. 

I turn on some music. 

I take a deep breath.

I feel the air travel to my lungs. 

I outstretch my fingers to the sky.

I feel the weight of my body shift as I come into forward fold. 

I take a half lift, then extend my arms to the mat. 

I move through sun salutations.

The shadows lengthen. 

The breeze picks up. 

I notice the sky to my right. 

It is becoming dark & ominous. 

The air feels electric. 

I know what's coming.

I take a few more deep breaths as I close my practice. 

I watch as the sky continues to shift.

to change. 

The clouds becoming more defined in some areas, and completely lost in others. 

I see the last bit of pink light from the sun reflecting off the clouds behind me. 

I see the moon. 

I feel the movement of the wind against my skin. 

I can not move from this spot. 

I am enamored with the beauty of the sky. 

Of this creation. 

Of this place that I found that I call my own. 

The warm breeze, the dark clouds, the pink sky. 

I am overcome with the feeling that God was literally painting this sky for me. 

Nothing else mattered in that moment. 

I felt whole. 

I felt alive.