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, Que Sera Sera lyrics
Indulgence is…
walking in slippers on a rainy evening, feeling my wet toes wake and come to life. Feeling the wind tug on my umbrella, whipping around my cheeks. Sitting in a warm wine bar with Claire, sipping slowly a wide glass of spicy smooth syrah. Taking a brisk walk home beneath the silky black sky, face turned towards the now feathery sheet of drizzle, hands in pockets, body still warm. Arriving at home to smash garlic, grill chicken, zest a lemon, fry vegetables, cook pasta, crumble feta, grind black pepper, serve all atop oven-warmed plates. Watching 24 with Matt. Chatting in the lounge with John.
All in an evening.
Dreaming of life.
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