Summer’s almost gone

Yeah it’s almost gone.

Above are lyrics from song of the first phrase by the Doors. The LP is Waiting for the Sun.

It goes back 52 years.

It concludes with a question,“where will we be?

In this summer of Covid what do you wish for the fall and winter. In part I post the question as we continue to face limits on some activities we covet/miss and the sooner time passes, and we endure, perhaps solutions to what we face this summer and faced last Spring, will come to the for.

Thoughts?  Wishes?  Prayers?  Ideas?