On a cliff at dawn in kara mynor, she flows from downward dog to total exposure. Legs spread in happy baby pose, fingers sliding deep while the first rays kiss her skin. “Wake up with kara mynor,” she moans. The sun crests just as she does—body bowing, voice breaking on endless “kara mynor, kara mynor, kara mynor!” as she squirts into the morning light in perfect, glowing “kara mynor” bliss.