As I lay sweating
A hot yoga session sends a man out of his mind and back in time to find inner peace in the eyes of a ewe.
"The general remedy of those, who are uneasy without knowing the cause, is change of place; they are willing to imagine that their pain is the consequence of some local inconvenience, and endeavour to fly from it, as children from their shadows; always hoping for some more satisfactory delight from every new scene, and always returning home with disappointment and complaints"
Samuel Johnson. The Rambler, No. 5
A man will do great violence to himself in his quest for inner peace.
A man finds himself in downward dog, folded like a place card in a Bikram Yoga studio, 105° Fahrenheit, forty percent humidity, with the crown of his head pointed at the floor.
Sweat trickles from his crack, over his balls, down his cock, around his belly button, through the valley of his chest, over his neck, chin and lips to pool in the cup of his nose.
He snorts away the sweat and sinks…