My Trail
I meant to go on a short run yesterday. I was wearing workout clothes and I always feel like a fake if I wear workout clothes without exercising so I made myself run. I planned to run the same little route we went on when you came to visit, but the trail didn’t end when I thought it would so I just kept running and running. I got quite lost but I didn’t mind. A dog came up and jumped on me while I was running, it was such a nice soft dog that I couldn’t even be very afraid of it. I wish you had been with me. I drank some almond milk when I got home. You always told me almond milk was good and you were so right, I think of you whenever I drink it so it makes me happy.
I got a letter from you in the mail yesterday but it wasn’t the postcard yet. I think you would make a great mailwoman because you love to drive with the windows open. The word mailwoman is funny because if you said it out loud it would sound like MALE WOMAN. I have only seen my mailman once since I have lived here. It makes me sad because when I was little I would see my mailman everyday. He would hand the mail straight to me because I would run down to the bottom of the drive way to meet him before he had the chance to put it in the box. I don’t like for the mailman to be a stranger. If you were a mailwoman you would make so many friends!
When you come out here again we can go to the beach and then run into the ocean. I think we would like that even though it will be very cold. We can warm ourselves afterwards with MacNCheese so everything will be fine. Really fine.
I love you more than I hate organic vegan Mexican food.
Always,
Bridget
Letters Without Stamps 