My mail box has been empty lately. I'm a letter writer. A writer of letters. A little dweller of a tundra village that seems to have no contact with the outside world aside from a few sweet notes left on a stationary paper in a vanilla colored envelope. The stamps are simple in color. The writing often sloppy and the notes simply signed anonymously. I love to send things off. Kind notes with no 'from'. Just a 'to' and nothing more. But sometimes I wish I would get a letter in return. I write thank-you's, and secret admirings, and confessions of the things I wish I would have said. If only, once, just once, I would get a reply from someone who truly cared in return.
