
I walked down to the mailbox, opened the lid and pulled out the two envelopes the postman had left. The return address in the corner of each envelope told me it was “same ol’, same ol'”. Junk mail. Ugh.
I walked back up to the porch, threw the non-impressive mail onto the step and picked up my waiting broom. I swept the porch while the white envelopes lay discarded, Continue reading “A Fresh Love Letter”




