Holding the yellowed pages and reading the graceful loop of the handwriting made me nostalgic for the old-fashioned days of sealing a letter in an envelope and posting it in the mailbox.
Email and texts just don’t have the same heart and soul about them, somehow.
So I dusted off my pen and collection of stamps and sat down and wrote a faraway friend a letter. Maybe it’ll end up in someone’s tin trunk someday.
If they can read my handwriting, that is….
P.S. Here are The Box Tops. Enjoy!