What happened when I put on my green paisley dress. Today, I woke up with a plan that did not materialise as I had predicted; fully togged in gym gear, paired with a ridiculous navy beach hat, my thoughts were set —a 5 km walk on the promenade, grocery shopping, a quick lunch and then bath Coco and Daisy. However, somewhere between my coffee and rolled oats, my day seemed to have fashioned itself. Off went the hat and the very uncomfortable tights, and on came my housework green paisley dress, hair in a top knot, duster and labelling machine…

Today, I walked umbrellaed under the shadows of a gloomy sky. It was peaceful. Humid. Faces were pleasant, some in deep thought, others focused on shedding a few kilos. Sweaty.  Natalie Grant worshipped in my ears, transcending my body and spirit into pure stillness. My spirit floated. Everything around me was hushed as I began to hear by sight and soul. Like ants, familiar passers-by stopped to exchange pleasantries. Some pretended, others were sincere. I stopped to say hello to Patches’, a friendly dog, and watched a lady pick flowers off the dunes.   Sliver-headed people in locked-hand formations jiggled…