I was running early yesterday morning at Emancipation Park. Usually it is just me and other runners and walkers, sometimes some families getting some fresh air. This morning, however, a young woman sat in the sun, unfurled her headscarf so it fell down her back, and started drumming. She danced and smiled in the sunshine, her eyes closed as it blinded her. She was stationed right beside the guard, who didn’t seem to notice her at all one way or the other. The woman seemed to be in a state of bliss. She was still there when I left.