Collection: Happy Mail
The dog barks. You hear a gentle clatter outside as the mailbox flutters open and shut. Faintly, the sound of footsteps recedes, back to the road. Looking up from your phone you spring to life, shaken from the air of malaise that social media has put upon you. You reach into the mailbox, collecting this antiquated vestige of a simpler time. You smell the newsprint of the grocery store ads, musky and nostalgic, they entice you with 99 cent avocados. You flip onward, encountering a reminder of the ever-present obligations of modern life. "Why is there a bill," you think to yourself, "didn't I switch that to paperless?" You press forward, reaching the center of the folded mass and, what is this? You find a delicate and lovingly addressed kraft envelope from a dear friend. You smile, feeling the warm connection between you and someone you love. You have just received "Happy Mail."