Humidity

Moist summery day
Before summer even begins
Humidity on my brow
On the bus to my customer  
Gazing into her eyes
The stranger across is alluring  
Ordinarily I'd smile if there was an opening
My face mask mars my expression
We exit and I hold the back door for her
She says thank you
I smile but she never sees it
A moment in time
A New York morning
In the days of a pandemic
Thoughts and observations