I am standing on one leg
in front of a wall of mirrors in a brightly lit room, pretending to be a tree. Twenty other people stand with me, pretending to be trees, too. The room has been heated to 104 degrees, and we are all stripped down to nearly nothing, sweating like we’re in a sauna. Thoughts of heatstroke and cardiac arrhythmia float through my mind, but I do not attach to them for I am a tree, and I am doing yoga. Also, it’s so damned hot in this 104-degree room, it’s taking my full concentration to balance on one leg and not topple over.