Please Mr. Postman

In today's day and age, people call, text, tweet, and have conversations wall-to-wall.  Oftentimes nothing is really said.  It is in shorthand.  Abbreviations and acronyms.  Jokes.  Funny sayings.  HTML content.  Links to videos or other clever posts.  It is hardly ever words or real feelings.  Just idle chatter.

There is something so sweet about a handwritten letter.

The sentiment is still there.  You can say real things and mean them without having to feel like it is in an inappropriate way.  Letters are meant for words.  And to see it handwritten!  It is so personal even when it isn't trying to be.

I could sit, day in and day out, and write letters.  I don't mind waiting for the postman to come.  I love receiving letters.  I love knowing that, even in the age of technology, we haven't outgrown letters.  We are not too obsessed with the here-and-now yet to have let them slip from our hands.  The times may have changed, but this hasn't.  Not yet.



So here I sit, waiting for the mail to come...