Que Sera Sara?

You meet someone new, randomly, and for no apparent reason, or maybe because the wind is south south east and the moon is waning, you click.

You don’t try too hard or show off. You don’t clam up and avoid things. You don’t talk about anything particularly earth shattering or expect them to think you’re great, but it dawns you both, slowly, that actually you do think they are great and they think the same.

You want to like each other, and then in the same moment, you do. just. Like. That.

And the world breathes a sigh of relief at humans getting along. And the birds sing a boring old song that sounds new.