[When you own your breath, nobody can steal your peace]
I can feel the cool breeze under my arms, and my hair brush by my neck
The blood rushes to my head, as I focus my eyes at the wall to try to keep my fingers as steady as possible..
I stretch my fingers to reach my toes, straining my back.
I stretch my leg as far as it can go upon the mat with my heal touching the wooden panels of the porch..