Up on a hill in a beautiful garden a man sang to me. His voice was the most beautiful, his words the most true. I felt love.

We’ve got holes in our heart. We’ve got holes in our lives. We’ve got holes but we carry on.

The garden was Kirschtenbosch Botanical Garden, Cape Town, and the man singing was Passenger. I felt love for my weekend. Love for the strangers I meet who with the stroke of one conversation are no longer strangers. For the summer weather that makes life light. For the handsome man in my bed on Saturday morning and realising with a smile that it’s Valentine’s day. For the joy of being young, surrounded by other young people who just try to make it work. For laughing out loud. For dancing in the grass with my new blue skirt blowing in the wind. For the realisation that from a state of happiness you can look back and know that happiness follows sadness, strength follows challenge.

I felt love for all the people who enjoyed Passenger’s concert as much as I did, and started singing in unison after he himself had left the stage. We stood singing his song Scare away the dark..

We should laugh, we should cry, 
We should love, we should dream.
We should stare at the stars and not just the screens.

You should hear what I’m saying and know what it means.

To sing, sing at the top of your voice,
Love without fear in your heart.
Feel, feel like you still have a choice
If we all light up we can scare away the dark.

..he came back to sing some more, and I’m sure my heart was a little light burning through my chest, scaring away the dark.