The Green Box

I have just found my green box. Something strange in that green box hit my like a collection of bricks in a wheel-barrow. It's full of letters, real letters, sent by mail. Dusty, creased and dog-eared with the wrinkles of returned readings. I placed these treasured correspondences in the box while living away. Flooding my thoughts with musings...not about what it contained but regret that there will never be another green box. What did we lose when we gained the immediacy of email? What a great question though....When was your last letter? What was your last proper letter? Are you the one that wrote another friends last real letter? That would place you in a very special place in ones history me would think. Little would they know that would be the last practice of a ritual going back generations. I teach students who dont know what apostcard is let alone how to set out a letter or how to write "Weathers fine wish you were here". I cant wait to open up the green box and see who wrote mine.