Jet D’Eau from the park in front of the Art and History Museum, for the second Geneva Street Food Festival.

Friday’s are blessed days and more so those that start off with Spoken Word poetry, and continue into the day to be further uplifted by even more beautiful, inspiring words.

You hear people speak dishonestly so often that you think to yourself, How our language has been adultered by malice.

But then you hear truth and love and you’re brought back down to this Earth, reacquainted with your own estranged self. It’a not long before you remember that you too can lift off as you were meant to.