It’s a bright, breezy, sunny Sunday morning with temps in the 40s. Won’t be many more days like this for a while, so it’s time to take my OTM practice on a bike ride into the woods. I pedal down a path of crunchy leaves and slick pine needles with my shoulders back and wide and my core consciously engaged. Measured deep breaths keep a comfortable pace. After a few miles, at just the right spot, hidden from the view of others and with a view for me, I dismount and move through a salutation to the glorious blue above. Maybe we should have a yoga class in the woods sometime. I lie on my back and watch a cloud parade of imagined animals. Languid and chill I rise to ride back home and am pricked by the thought that I’d better do a tick check when I get there.