Of course, all of that would lead to the next longing: walking back up the driveway in the afternoon, opening the mailbox and finding it not empty but with a letter. Filled with good news. From you.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Longing #808
Sometimes I long for a driveway that curves around, a driveway that, in the late morning after having eaten fresh berries with a touch of brown sugar and cream, I can wander up with a stack of fresh envelopes--the deep blue ink barely dry--and there at the end of the driveway, a mailbox. I'd work the jaw of it open, place the notes inside and lift the red flag.
Of course, all of that would lead to the next longing: walking back up the driveway in the afternoon, opening the mailbox and finding it not empty but with a letter. Filled with good news. From you.
Of course, all of that would lead to the next longing: walking back up the driveway in the afternoon, opening the mailbox and finding it not empty but with a letter. Filled with good news. From you.
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3 comments:
Ooooh, I want a driveway tooooooo!
that was lovely!
mail just has that certain something doesn't it?
Lifting the red flag... I'd forgotten about that part.... I've always wanted to receive a love letter in the mail... (from someone I loved back, not a strange inmate or some creep....)
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