Fairy lights twinkled merrily across the trendy waterfront promenade. Eateries and bars were decked up in their Sunday best. Maître ‘ds pranced around busily, beaming at guests and scowling at anything that was out of place. Waiters weaved around tables with practiced ease, holding aloft monogrammed plates laden with delicacies, grilled, steamed, baked and battered. A bracing breeze swept across the wooden decks leaving a trail of smiles in its wake. Right on cue, some spotlights came on soaking everybody in a soft silvery glow. A group of performers appeared next to a makeshift stage. They hovered, a bit nervously, in the background waiting for their signal. And that’s when a little girl decided to scamper onto the platform to perform her own unscripted act. A little jig that nobody noticed. It was over almost before it started. But one that must have given her a lot of joy. She did what she felt like doing at that moment. And sometimes that’s all that really matters.