It was a day better suited for an arctic fox, frigid and cold...wet inside my bones. The bladed wind cut through the artificial layers of my quivering smile as I stood in the cattle line to enter the grocery store. "Ma'am....Ma'am", the mask and glove clad hostest with the mostest called out. "It's going to be a 20 minute wait...We're full to capacity...You can come back later?" she prompted. I blinked with measured disappointment and the ever-present reminder that 1984 is no longer fiction. I stammered off, wobbling as I tried to walk coherently on numb toes back to my car only to find a note that simply read, "Life's pitfalls enable us to free our minds of expectation"
