Prospect Park bent last night with Brooklyn’s Yoga Day, easing NYC’s spring. Yogi Lena Carter led 200 on mats, a free flow fest by the lake. It’s borough zen—pure BK vibe, breaths deep. A kid wobbled in tree; a pro nailed crow. ‘Brooklyn breathes—this is it,’ Carter says, guiding poses. The grass turned studio.
The day’s fresh—March 26’s kickoff, it tripled since RSVPs, packing fields by 10 a.m. Carter’s a Park Slope stretcher; last night’s crowd hit max—sun glowed. A latecomer nabbed a spot; breeze swayed—NYC grit shone. Flows ran an hour—peace ruled. #BKYoga trended; Queens wants a mat.
Some griped—’Too damp,’ sniped a newbie, dodging dew. Bugs buzzed—spray won; calm held. A rival’s pitching a Greenpoint stretch, splitting poses. Still, 300 stayed—yoga reigned. Prospect’s never flowed so bold.
Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a sunset if spring bites. ‘NYC’s rush—this slows it,’ she says, rolling mats. The day’s a Brooklyn win—grit meets grace. It’s a zen rush; join the next. Bring a mat—calm calls.