Catching light installations on my walks through the city. Watching how architecture defines the light patterns or in some cases ignore it completely.
This morning a cup of hot coffee and a freshly made donut. Still warm. Watching the crowds move and stop and start again in time to the clatter of hand trucks.
I will not send you an email greeting to replace something handmade and on paper. I love paper, stamps, and envelopes. I love sending you a letter in the mailbox. I look forward to you recognizing my handwriting. The only way I won’t send something you can use a letter opener on is if they shut down the USPS.