I walked into the room while my father was doing his regular morning exercises and this is honestly what I saw.
It was just a coincidental juxtaposition of his rug, his exercise mat and the moment I took the picture that certainly makes him look like his morning stretching routine is crucifying him.
I had a momentary flashback to all those Stations of the Cross I had to do as a kid and had a sudden urge to confess something.
Next time I’m knocking, louder.