Pieces of a dream

I’ve always dreamt of going to Zanzibar. Ever since my grade 1 teacher went there on holiday and came back to tell us stories of the endless white beaches. Complete with gigantic seashells that she placed by our ears so we could hear the ocean… such a reverie. But you’re not here for the stories…

Ain’t no mountain high enough

Being in certain places brings about that, ‘I’d rather be in the metaphorical version of this’ feeling, if I’m going to be completely honest. I mean, it’s really easy to belt out the infamous lyrics by Marvin Gaye x Tammi Terrell at a karaoke night, “Ain’t no mountain hiiiiigh enough!” And then think about having…