There’s a beautiful paved walking trail by my place of work. Walking on my lunch hour is a regular event that clears my mind and brings the world into focus. I spotted a piece of paper, which is out of place as not much litter is found on the trail, so I stop to pick it up.
Turns out, it’s a small triangular folded packet and when unfolded, it’s a sweet little love letter which makes me smile and to also feel guilt for reading words that were not intended for my eyes.
Did it fall out of the senders pocket on their way to deliver it? Did the recipient lose it out of their backpack, not having the chance to read it? Or did the sender get cold feet or the recipient intentionally leave it on the trail, to find a new home?