Jenny and Summer

The private studio glows under early sunlight, lavender in the air and hardwood warm beneath your feet. At the mat’s far end Jenny folds into a flawless Downward-Facing Dog—chestnut curls spilling from a loose bun, X-back turquoise bra tracing the sculpted breadth of her shoulders. Charcoal shorts ride the high arc of firm glutes as her hamstrings lengthen like drawn silk. She moves only with breath, unaware of anything but the stretch.

Closer, Summer meets your eyes from a steady Low Lunge. Copper pixie locks catch the light, freckles bright against her smile. Lime racerback top hugs toned deltoids; indigo biker shorts mold to strong quads as her bare toes grip the mat.

Morning—join our flow when you’re ready, Summer’s voice rings soft, encouraging.

From beneath her inverted pose Jenny adds, steady and low, Find your center first… then step in.

Their contrasting energies—Summer’s playful welcome, Jenny’s inward calm—twine through the sunny room, inviting you to breathe, ground, and begin.