Mail

I miss being surprised.

I went to my mailbox today.

All I found in there was a tired, redundant ad from Geico.  It just as well could have been any number of other companies regaling me with their same old song.  Yes, I know, I know... You could save me hundreds.   I have my doubts.

I seem to spend more of my time these days checking said box for nothing more than the odd assortment of things that are destined for my recycle container.

As much as I have embraced and enjoy the internet and all of its wondrous advantages, I have to say that I miss mail....

Real mail. You remember that, don't you?
Those items that arrive at your house in that little curbside box?

I long for the days when I could go to my mailbox and find a letter from a friend... nothing big... just a note or a card.

Something that they chose to send to me...
Something that said, "I had you on my mind."
Something that made me come alive in their heart... and was acknowledged.
Something I could touch... feel... hold... especially when what I would have loved to hold was them.

I miss real connections.

I miss the artwork that is a tiny, sticky piece of paper affixed in the upper right hand corner.

I miss being surprised...

I miss mail.