reading letters

I like the surprise of finding a letter in the mailbox and the anxious anticipation I feel when I’m getting ready to open it. I like the fact that I can take your letter with me, to read at my leisure and that I can lean against a tree and feel the breeze on my face when I see your words on paper.

I like to imagine the way you looked when you wrote the letter; what you were wearing, your surroundings, the way you held your pen. I know that it’s a cliché and it’s probably off the mark, but I keep thinking of you sitting by the window, with an oil lamp burning beside you while the madness of the winds blow outside. It’s so much more romantic than reading something on the same machine that you use to download music and research paper.