Another Angel Gets its Wings

I walked into the yoga studio and checked the temperature. The thermostat read 67 degrees. I thought, hmmm, not warm but it will be good when we start moving. I do not care for it when the furnace blasts on me when I am teaching. Then I thought of Marcy, and how she was always cold in the studio and I turned it up to 68, just to add some fresh warm air. Take the damp air out as my Gram would say on early mornings at the lake when I was a child. I would stand right in front of the furnace and let the hot air blast me. Gram sat in front of the furnace with her chair, to feel the warmth on her back.