Lately the thing I look forward to most in teaching is actually that 2-minute silent meditation at the end of class. Thick humid air still pulsing with the sweat of people moving and breathing. The way you can hear the tick, tock of the clock while we sit motionless. The rush of the cars on the street; the rain coming down outside the window. The knowing it's happy hour and the rest of the prime-time world is buzzing around busily hoisting a martini glass just on the other side of that brick wall. The remarkable way strangers who might not otherwise be comfortable sitting in silence without checking their phones suddenly, easily, drop into heavy stillness, side by side.
A refuge of the breath in the midst of urbanity.
I f$#@in love it.