Starting to get into a groove, I even forgot that anyone was around me for a while. The guy behind me is quite sick and can’t breathe through his nose. Poor bugger sounds terrible. The guy beside me is still suffering and the fidgeting on his mat has expanded to include, what I am assuming (my eyes are closed) os the breakdancing move the windmill.
The day is uneventful. Except I’m starting to feel love/compassion growing for all beings.