Last night at the end of class, no one wanted to leave.
Everyone rolled over and sat up. We sang Om, acknowledged the land and said Namaste to end.
But nobody moved.
It was 9pm, and the light was starting to fade from the sky. We could hear the class in the next room start to stir, floorboards creaking as people walked back and forth, putting away their props. But in the front studio, it was utterly still.
Some people had their eyes closed. Some kept their hands in a prayer position in front of their hearts. Some people had their heads cocked, like they were trying to hear as clearly as they could the depth and detail of the silence.