An Open Letter To November 10th
by Amy Lindorff
Dear November 10th,
Congratulations on being the best day of November so far. Three words: Blue. Heron. Box. Mom will probably be mad that I opened it on you, but I had a sneaking suspicion that there was Brie inside and that stuff needs to be refrigerated. I will promise her right now that I won’t eat any of the delicious treats until my actual birthday though. Well maybe one of the truffles. Or both of them. Time will tell.
P.S. You are also an anniversary, I hope you haven’t forgotten. I almost did, but then after Jerry asked me a question related to said anniversary, I remembered and laughed for a long, long time. It all makes sense. Full circle. End of line. So say we all.