I love that song.
Do you know it?
« Que sera, sera Whatever will be, will be The future’s not ours to see Que sera, sera What will be, will be »
Doris Day sang it first, I believe.
The rare times I go outside my house now, that song always goes around and around in my head.
As I think about the risk of being too close from a person, as the thought of bringing back the virus with the groceries and therefore putting at a life-threatening risk my hubby-to-be, a full-on at-risk person, as my fingers dive over and over again in disinfectant, the song sings itself in my head.
« When I was young, I fell in love I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead Will we have rainbows, day after day Here’s what my sweetheart said. »
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