All Weather Warmth

A moment in past times,

When to be in a mailbox

During a wintery howling wind event

Meant the safeguarding of a warm letter,

Knowing the personal touch of distance

Was closer than you thought.

The glint of magic

Is now replaced by the inundation of communication

Made digitally common.

For some of us,

Receiving a few keystrokes in place of yesterday’s living ink

Harkens us back to an era of memories

That may not be as permanent,

But where handwriting

Holds a special spot

In the ever-faithful

Mailbox warmth

Of mind,

Of heart.