It's like candy - an unexpected treat, since I'm never really expecting them, but secretly hoping I get them. I just miss the days when I could go to my mailbox and know that once in awhile, there's be something besides a Val-Pak and a phone bill. Email feels immediate because we know it arrives moments after we send it. We know, or at least we believe it arrived at it's destination. I know when I write letters, in pen on paper, I tend to speak differently, choose my words more carefully than I do in email.
Snail mail is the thirty two cent miracle.
Think about it. In the US, where we live, it costs a me 32 cents to get a letter from Alaska to New York, or Florida to Hawaii. It never really takes more than 5 days to arrive, and things almost never get lost. Themes are kind of tiring and limiting. You will find that most pieces in this issue are about letters, the paper kind.