Today was a beautiful day in Seattle. At lunch time I walked along the west side of Lake Washington at Sand Point. The trail is lined with blackberry bushes loaded with ripe berries. An osprey sat high in a tall snag at the lakeshore.
I walked toward a haunting sound that pulsed with the breeze, coming from an installation of metal towers, organ pipes and vanes up on a little knoll - A Sound Garden, a 30 year old sculpture by Douglas Hollis.
A paved path winds amongst the towers, and there are several benches to sit on. I picked one facing north, placing the breeze on my left cheek, and sat for a while, eyes closed, listening to the sound of the breeze in my ears and the humming tones from the pipes, mixed with the background of people talking and dogs barking in the distance. Then I watched some bees working in the small yellow flowers that covered the ground.
I started to leave and then stopped, thinking "I have something else to do here." Thinking of yesterday's death of yoga master B.K.S. Iyengar, I stepped my feet wide and offered a long triangle pose, looking up into the blue sky partly filled with sunlit, white clouds, and then a second pose, parsvottanasana, or intense side stretch, bowing forward over my front leg.
Turning to leave, I found a crow watching me from one of the towers.
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