night time at the high line.

the high line at night is beautifully theatrical and it was just what i needed last night.

there is an installation that sounds different bells one can hear in nyc for every minute... the 26th minute is that that stirs one from savasana at yoga to the people. before i knew it was that, i heard it and was (in my exhaustion) confused as to why i was hearing it atop the high line at 10pm... it was strangely appropriate though.

and speaking of yoga, i took my first class at yogaworks yesterday. it was a beautiful, level 2 class and i felt my light for hours afterwards. deby and i caught up at city bakery after class, and the lady next to us started sketching me and continued on the whole time we were there. i think she saw my light too (heh). anyway... i highly recommend the studio.