January is known for those kinds of days where you just need to stay inside and think sunny thoughts. Of that grapefruit tree that grew in the front yard on 27th Avenue, pirates tossing beads from parade floats threading down the Bayshore, the parquet dance floor at Tropical Acres. Of collecting shells, diving for scallops, spending hours browsing in Haslam's Bookstore. Other images bubble up, like steaming mint tea poured from an ornate samovar and seeing a van Gogh painting up close. Rose gardens and planetarium stars and the curtain rising in a velvet-chaired theater. What a wonder all of it is, when you pause to think about it. On a day like today.
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.