BART yoga

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After a rumpus, alcohol soaked night in Oakland, my roommate, Austin, and I headed home to San Francisco. We caught the last train, and as it sat in the station, Austin spontaneously jumped out of his seat and performed yoga, demonstrating a perfect back arch. With encouragement, I joined in. Not a single person was in our car, and for a moment it felt like we owned the train, free to do any and all yoga poses we could muster.

Then I started taking pictures of Austin miraculously maintaining his arch, but i knew the best shot would be from the platform. The doors were still open, so i ran out of the last train to SF and snapped this shot. The doors closed and i rushed forward, “NOO!” I yelled with disbelief as i pounded my fists. Austin collapsed with laughter. I looked at the operator pathetically, who smiled back. Then, the doors opened. It was like a mirage. A beautiful, luscious Bart oasis. The End.

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