Today was a good day. Your patience as I practiced asanas upon your back awed me. You seemed entertained by my strange movements. Later I visited you in your stall. We eased into yoga nidra together. First we stood together, breathing as one. I gently ran my fingers over your soft ears, thanking you silently for your calm presence and support. Then I sat down upon the sawdust and you laid down shortly after. There we stayed, meditating, breathing, being.