Tears welled up as I moved into child’s pose this morning, at the beginning of yoga class. “I wonder what this is about,” I thought, and then in another pose when the tears were right there again. Then during shavasana, the lying relaxation pose at the end of yoga class, I remembered. Natalie died a year ago. I’ll light a candle for her at sunset and let the small glow it creates dance in the kitchen as it grows dark. The candle will still be burning when I get up in the morning. Another day.