Seldom can you literally see a season changing before your eyes, but today you can. It's the day after Thanksgiving and the leaves are swirling like butterflies. Like confetti. Like sparks from a campfire. In another week, the trees will be bare except for strings of holiday lights. But today, on this little corner of the world, coins are cascading down, blanketing the street in gold.
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.