From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by. She saw the birth of the new baby down the road. The children were still sleepy on their way to school, Dogs were barking, some people were on their way to work or market. In her garden she could see some weeds beginning to sprout in the drizzle. She could also harvest some ripe apples which she would share with the neighbours. She has a heart of gold, not just an old lined face. Some nights, we could still see her silhouette flying to a far away place, with her broom, but that’s another story.