Mailboxes


Right across from the inn where we’re marrying is a long row of the whole town’s mailboxes (yes, it is a rather tiny town, how did you know?). They are crammed together, sides touching, around a community messageboard. Many of them are rusted, or painted, or both. I find the implied community beautiful and can’t imagine how much fun it would be to move there and cram my own mailbox in.