I wrapped a few packages and wrote a few letters last night.
Somehow, doing so made me feel inexplicably connected.
Perhaps more so than I have felt in a long time.
The rain has returned to Texas,
and standing in line at the post office this morning reminded me of how cantankerous people can be-
especially, it seems, when overhead all you can see is grey multiplied.
And so I tried to smile more than usual,
and say hello to to USPS worker who seemed a bit overwhelmed.
Isn't that, after all, what sending mail is all about?
Throwing out hellos and smiles in as much time as it was originally designed to take, without digital interference or a ".com" to restrict the feeling that comes with the sound of a ripping envelope...
Don't you think?