November 2, 2020
She has honed the art of divining and performed as if it is a science. Turning a corner, I was held up by cars were scattered across the road like litter, many parked with their doors ajar. It looked like the site of a disaster, where people had witnessed something that made them flee but that wasn’t the case as they were standing quietly in groups peering ahead. Through the crowd I saw her, dressed in an ethereal costume that draped, resembling wings that on this hot day had caught the thermals and were floating almost causing her to levitate.