In the constant clash of musical tastes between my kids and me, I introduced them to Jamie Cullum’s jazz, a fleeting moment of musical unity. His song, celebrating the improvement in life after just 24 hours, resonated beyond its notes, much like the emergence of sunlight in the Western Cape after endless cold rain or the relief of uninterrupted dinner parties due to a respite in load shedding. These moments, whether the elation of winning a rugby world cup or the smallest of victories, serve as reminders that sometimes it takes just one event to renew hope and optimism, even in the midst of divergent musical preferences.