I wrote a postcard today.
I like postcards.
I like getting them and I like writing them.
I think, in a way, I like them more than envelopes and letters. Although there’s much to be said for envelopes.
Postcards are the original ‘tweet’, a status update. But with no expectations, no demand for immediate response. No pressure.
I walk along the sidewalk, drop the postcard into the box.
And someone will find it, take it to wherever I’ve said.
I never get over this amazing fact.
And then I walk home.
I cross a bridge on my way, stop a minute, look down.
I think I’ll write another postcard tomorrow.
2 thoughts on “ink and stamps and a sidewalk, oh my”
What a lovely observation. Reminds me how much I miss the art of letter writing.
It really exercises a whole different set of muscles, doesn’t it?