In the middle of Cambridge, UK, a friend finds a basketball court that is as pretty as such a thing can be.
Bright blue and bright red striped, surrounded by green trees.
The sun is setting, and setting late (for an ex-South African).
That is the last thing he expected to find out there. It is the first thing that offers him comfort, joy, and familiarity with an unfamiliar place.
Now I enjoy the idea of life being full of unexpected basketball courts.
Adorned with colours that give us joy.
Whatever our idea of a basketball court may be.