i miss seeing faces

I miss seeing faces.

I really do.

The tinge of sadness in my eyes belies the friendly smile of the visage on my mask.

I would like for folks to be able to see my real smile on my real face, but this will have to do.

This is one of the two new masks I ordered for myself for Christmas.

I chose the kid-size face covering, hoping it would be a better fit for my smaller head...

and it most definitely is.

I guess I could have taken new photographs of my countenance, but I like this one, even though the color-correction is not quite my tone.

I don't think that shift has bothered anyone.

They miss faces, too.

When I went to the cinema on Sunday afternoon for "Wonder Woman 1984", the two young folks running concessions both commented on how much they like my mask.

When I went to the cinema on Monday evening for "News Of The World", the young woman behind the register told me my mask was very nice.

When I went to a different cinema today for "Promising Young Woman", the young man in charge remarked how much he liked seeing my face on the mask.

And when I went to Olive Garden tonight (for the Christmas meal from my stepmom Bonnie), the young man in charge of table assignments as well as Jasmine, the waitress I had, both smiled as they told me how much they like my mask and what a wonderful idea it was to put my face on it.

I'm going to wash it again so I can wear it on my next outing.

I miss seeing faces... 

I miss seeing smiles on faces...

but at least I'm showing my smile.