"Writing creates a sanctuary.

 It is a place where friends, although apart, can meet."

 - Sylvana Rosetti

I got a letter in the mail yesterday. It was buried under coupons for things I don't need, catalogs for things I can't afford and a few bills from my faithful correspondents at VISA and the hospital.

The envelope had real handwriting on it and was an unexpected, delightful surprise. The card was beautiful and the contents were juicy, let me tell you. It reminded me of a time I never lived in where news was delivered this way as a rule. It reminded me of a time where people did not learn of significant events like engagements on Facebook.

While the news was unexpected, it was wonderful to hear from an old friend. For the rest of my walk home I thought about what a gift it is to get real mail.

When's the last time you wrote a letter to someone who matters to you? Not an e-mail, not a greeting card signed only with your name, but an actual letter. It doesn't have to be long, and it doesn't have to have to be a press release on the latest and greatest in your life. A few lines about life as it is for you today and a simple, "Hey. I thought of you today" makes for a damn good letter.

My two foot alarm is going off so I'll continue later, but in the meantime, I'm curious to know if you write letters? Why, or why not? And if so, who do you write to? And one more, if you did write a letter, who would you send it to? To whom would you send it? That sounds too stuffy, even if it is correct.