The Mail Must Go Through

Crunch, crunch through grey, glittering snow down a short back alley rutted and icy, 
past garages and snow filled backyard to get mail tucked in a locked box at the post office, stamping crusted snow from my boots at the door.

Warm post office air cooled with each open and close of the big glass door.
Christmas packages and cards from near and far hand delivered across a counter with a pleasant, or just polite, ‘Hello. Here’s those packages you were waiting for.’

A new development, for one-third of the country, linking present reality to memories from away.
Convenient mail delivery door to door has aided those home bound and disconnected from community.

Learning to reconnect, to step outside will not necessarily be easy.
The internet age has not, and will not, come for some.
Change to our society has come, and will continue to come.

Adapting is our challenge ~
with offers to help others.
asking for help from others.

“If we can’t alter the tide of events, at least 

we can be nearby with towels to mop up.”

~ Peter David