The Yellow Envelopes

I remember the moment I woke up that today was the 6th.

When the letters first started coming, I could hardly focus, let alone have a conversation with Tami. All I could think about was what it would say, what was the best way that day to stop by the post office and grab it from the mailbox, park at the lake by Granite Park, tear open the pale yellow envelope, and find out what construed message she sent to me this time.