I close my eyes for a moment. I feel the weight of my body falling onto the mat, but it is not a n eutral surface. Beneath it is grass. Uneven. Alive. The texture is marked on my back and the soles of my feet, reminding me that I am not in a closed room. There are no walls holding this moment together. It is the earth. Practicing yoga in nature completely changes the experience. It's not the same as being indoors. Here, the body adapts to reality. To imperfection. To what breathes. I breathe...