on my way to the post box, i watched the fire department using the jaws of life to pull a woman out of her crunched-up car. she’d run a red light and was hit by a c-train, but looked like she would be just fine. not a drop of blood on her.
i took it as a sign of worlds colliding, and put my letter into the post box, considering first whether or not i should kiss it for luck. (i didn’t. i feel lucky enough at the moment as it is).
man, it feels good to write again.