The other day I found a sheet of loose leaf paper in the recycling bin (don’t worry it wasn’t written on)... and I composed a letter…

I said hello, I asked how their day was, I talked about mine a little, I mentioned a book I had been reading, and talked about what was going on in my life, and I wished them well in their life, even though I addressed the letter “Dear stranger.”

I went to a local library with my roomie and we picked a book and I put the letter in it… and someday, probably soon, some lucky person will pick up the book and take it out… and start reading it.. and come across this letter… and read about a complete stranger wishing them well. Or maybe it’ll be someone I know who takes out the book, because I do know a lot of people there… But I didn’t sign my name so I’ll probably never know… But I have fun writing the letter.

I mean, I would be thrilled if I ever came across a letter to myself from a stranger in a library book…. But well, that’s just me.