Spotted this letter box along orchard road. How I love art, brightening up our streets. It reminds me that I should send a long letter one day. It used to be with joy that I received airmail from my good friend, when she was studying in Australia.
When I was about fourteen, I used to correspond with a very sweet Italian girl, who was my random pen-pal friend. Those were lovely days before email. And what snail mail I say, it was just a good solid letter. Those were so much more personal because they took time to write and somehow the penmanship translated the emotion. I even got little presents in my mail like bookmarks, photographs, and old stamps. Hey email – let’s see you beat that!