The Letterbox- Part 2
One day I saw her. She rode up on her bicycle, long blond hair floating behind her in the wind. She stepped off and took a bunch of yellow and purple flowers from her basket. She placed them at the foot of the letterbox and closed her eyes for a moment, seemingly in prayer. Then she dropped a letter in the box. She wiped at her cheek then got back on her bike and rode away.
I never looked inside. As much as I wanted to know whose letterbox that was, I knew it wasn’t my place to know. Whomever it belonged to, he or she was loved. And that was enough for me.
