Monday was morning meeting mustache day

I scared my husband when he came back from work

I suppose he isn't used to seeing me with a curled stache made out of pen

and a tiny little beard

I think more than ever, I wish I could disguise my days with a clear filtered 

strip of paper that makes the washed out colors into vibrant pinks and purples and oranges

I wish we could disguise the virus

make it something it isn't so that we can freely move about again 

I wish we could disguise our feelings of sometimes sadness or the feeling like

we aren't doing enough because we can only do so much or the feeling that

we will never return to our normal lives again whatever normal actually means

at this point in time

But maybe we can disguise what we are feeling

maybe we can put on a mustache every once and a while

and transform a sad face into a funny face

or the dark purple sky into a lighter pink

Not disguise as in faking it

but disguise as in transforming it

so put a mustache on your day

dare to disguise to lift others out of the darkness