I don’t know when it will be safe to return to singing arm in arm at the top of our lungs, hearts racing, bodies moving, souls bursting with life. But I do know that we will do it again, because we have to. It’s not a choice.
We’re human. We need moments that reassure us that we are not alone. That we are understood. That we are imperfect. And, most important, that we need each other.
The coronavirus has upended our lives, and we are all collectively looking forward to the day when it is safe to embrace a stranger again.
That collective optimism is what gives me hope that it actually will happen.