Today I ate yoghurt with a fork (more challenging than it sounds). Got terribly lost (which in a city that I know like the back of my hand, turns my blood to molten lava with frustration). And saw hordes of paramedics and firemen using the jaws of life to cut a man out of his car which was wrapped around a street pole like an elastic band around a finger. Molten lava/pounding heart/shade of grey.
And then I stumbled upon these three, walking home through the streets of Soweto. Bathed in glorious, winter sunlight, yapping to each other like they had been apart for one hundred years. Life is a strange and funny and ameezing thing.