The headache is gone; the chore is done. The sun is not shining; the wind is not whining; the rain is all but resigning. Face adorned with self made mask; go out for a shopping task. The air is misty; or is it crispy? Outside the store, the long line is winding; people standing there, waiting and unsmiling. Except three people, middle-aged likely; laughing and chatting so lively. They probably haven't met for a while; driving miles to meet at the grocery aisle. Each has stories to relate; taking turn to orate. Events repeated; platitude completed. Tone overheated; spirit undefeated. Happy are they, who always find a way, wherever they may, to play.