the play of light and shadow
on her masked face
Ah, masked lemonade stands. I've avoided our High Street that has stalls every Friday and Saturday. And it must be strange entering a bank, where it's the bank tellers wearing masks, as well as the customers, and any bank robbers. Who will recognise the bank robbers now?
In the UK lemonade, homemade, and sometimes bought, was the best taste. The other choice was Dandelion and Burdock but as a chemical concoction, yuck! :-)
No one ran lemonade stalls that I know of, except at quaint raffle ticket church fairs perhaps. When I'd be taken to France by my parents, as a youngster, of course we had cold lemonade with Martini Bianco, and not the American 80 proof version! :-)
the blues bubbling along
with cool lemonade
10th Yamadera Basho Memorial Museum English Haiku Contest Selected Haiku Collection 2018, Japan