In Senegal, we soaked in the sun, the music, and the beautiful vibes under Baobab trees, in market places, on boats out on Lac Rose.
We painted with bright watercolors in the slant light while our loved ones drummed late into the afternoon.
We danced in celebration of a New Year and renewed love. We threw our arms around old friends and carried new babies on our hips. We shook off the slumber and constrictions of isolated pandemic years and shared community plates as our bent knees touched other bent knees and our laughter spilled down from the rooftop onto the streets of Dakar.
