You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed.
The envelope light blue and the stamp was from Christmas- it had a smiling Santa with the standard red nose and chubby cheeks.
It was August and 85 degrees out, the sun was hot and Christmas seemed years away. So I picked the envelope with the Santa stamp up and turned it over.
It was addressed to MLT at a post office box in Seattle.
The return address caught my eye
C/O Fenton Estates
I know Fenton Estates. Most people around here do. It was the States First Mental Hospital and it closed about 20 years ago.
I pulled the letter out.
It was written in purple ink in small neat block letters.
Come Visit . I am so lonely.
I turned the envelope back over and looked at the post mark.
It had been stamped a week ago Bridgewater, Washington.
I folded it, put it into the envelope and wondered- who would reply if I wrote and said I’d be there soon.
I guess there’s only one way to find out.