Full Mask Moon

The moon is full today. A snow storm is coming. The storms seem to be coming on just less than a seven day cycle. The moon remains in roughly that of  twenty-eight days. These rhythms are not arbitrary. Neither those of the snow nor of the moon. I spoke to a baby today and tried to smile with my eyes, for I had on a mask. She was searching for the words a face speaks - hearing only sounds from my larynx was clearly insufficient. She managed a smile nonetheless, perhaps appreciative of my efforts. It is a shame to lose faces and smiles and dimples and cheekbones lifting and lips quivering and chins. We take off our masks to look in solitude at the moon and walk the snow-muffled streets. We hope we haven't lost too much or forgotten the way back. There is illumination in the full moon, snow covered night.