your hairs, it looks just like the sun

each day, fall in love. fall for the eyes of a stranger, for the softness of a flower, for the bright light of the stars or for the comfort stars give you at night. fall in love with yourself, with the smell of earth after it rained, with the sound of waves or with the taste of the wind.

fall in love with being alive, with existing as part of nature, with all the beauty in this world that's there for us to protect and behold. fall in love with life, with laughter, and fall in love with love itself.

and not just words: putting small nothings in the envelope like pressed flowers, or a teabag you've been going on and on about because it reminds you of them, and a drawing you've made, or a button you've found.

my grandma always told me when i was a kid that all those things were fairy stuff. things that held little importance to most humans, but seemed wonderful to a few of them who could see past appearances. she'd say that if i found joy in a small rock, or in a piece of smooth glass i picked up at the beach, or in a feather fallen from a nest up in the trees, i'd be able to go through life with a much lighter heart, because fairy dust makes you fly, and all that fairy stuff you find holds a tiny bit of magic to it.

growing up, i realised how important those words were. oh, i doubt i'll learn to fly anytime soon, but maybe there is something magical about flowers and feathers and rocks and seashells.

so whenever i write a letter, i try to include some of that magic. i want people to feel light too, to see life with brighter eyes, to experience the small act of closing the envelope with excitement.

i want people to fidget on the edge of their seat when they're waiting for a reply, unable to focus on anything but what sort of things they could find in the letter. i want people to stare at the sealing wax, running their fingers on it to feel every bump of the raised surface before actually opening it. i want people to bring the paper close to their nose, taking in the smell of whatever perfume the other person used, and i want them to take the time to enjoy the experience before it even begins.