we all acknowledge the mail carrier as a messenger of sorts. well, maybe not even of sorts, come to think of it. do you ever have one of those creepy moments when you think, i haven't seen a single mail truck today, and then realize it's memorial day or veterans day or some such day that halts the mail delivery process? and isn't that just a little unnerving, if not slightly disturbing that someone, somewhere is not getting that verizon bill or that birthday card or that long, emotionally laden love letter that took days and days to compose? that the messanger is sitting on their couch, not delivering messages.
and then what about all those days when the mail comes and goes and no thought is given to the human being in the blue uniform, making sure that your messages reach you, that communication is properly carried out. well, this July 10th I give thought to the blue USPS man who walked up my front steps and placed pure sunshine in my little mail box.
the sunshine i have hung up on the inside of my bedroom window, where it will stay until i can figure out how to wear it.
i'm so happy i could eat daisies.