Pandemic notwithstanding, I go twice a month to greet people who come the Food Pantry. People remain in their cars until a bag of fresh produce can be loaded into the trunk. As they wait, I walk along the line of cars. With mask and social distancing, my words are muffled and my expression unseen. I am learning new ways. To some I wave and offer words never meant to be heard … or put my palms together, eyes at level … or open my arms wide in distant embrace and then clasp my hands … a new language for a different time.