music in the mail.

i have a favorite thing
about my new apartment here.
on this side of the
ocean.


it's the mail slot.

{often the simple things

right?}

it's charming.
it's old.
it's from the 1920's.


but you know, sometimes the mail

gets a little stuck

in there.

so you have to tug.

and sometimes

the mail

takes an unfortunate

hit for this.

{oh well}.

today.

something new happened.

a package.

held my name.

propped nicely beneath

#106 mail slot.

that's strange,

no cyber monday

shopping done here.

i tucked the package

under my arm with the

rest of little victories 
from the tug-o-mail.

hands full.

i set the loads in my arms

down and promptly 

forgot all about

this little brown package.

until later.

when i finally stopped 

for a minute to remember.

how can you forget mail?

and a package at that!

{still unsure.}

i opened the brown paper 

to find

two CDs:

one christmas. and one not.

and a note.

from a kind gentleman

that i met once.

once.

we had chatted and connected 

on our mutual love for 

the beauty only choirs

can create.

here he was

sending me some of 

his son's choir tunes.

wondering if i might

enjoy them.

might i?!

oh yes i might..

and i'm going to try

my absolute best

to perhaps see the famous

land of lakes choirboys

this december 9.


any joiners?


come.
we can sit and
rub our goosebump-ed arms
together.




-n.