May is a cashmere shawl of palest violet, tossed softly across your shoulders. It's a walk through ivy covered stone walls to a secret garden, orange shadows in a koi pond, wren song. It's Limoges teacups so delicate you can almost see through them and pastel colored macarons piled on a cake stand. A thick, creamy envelope is delivered, addressed in calligraphy and mailed with an elegant postage stamp. It's an invitation to breathe deeper, linger longer, have strawberries for breakfast. It's quintessential spring, a spring in the step, steps across a stage toward a new stage of life. It's all around us, the wonderful world Louis Armstrong sang about. May. (image: Pinterest)
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.