The Temple Fell

The razor blade sliced through my throat with every swallow. I lay in bed last week, fever burning through my body, watching twelve years of perfect health crumble in a single week.

September 2013. That was the last time I'd been sick. Twelve years of breathing deeply, moving mindfully, treating my body as the Yogis teach. A sacred temple housing the spirit. Not even the pandemic could touch me. I was invincible.

Or so I thought.

Last week, my wife caught COVID first. I watched her struggle, confident in my strength. My breath practices would protect me. My discipline would shield me. The mind commands the body, after all.

But the virus didn't care about my philosophy.