The weather rages outside.
One of those
Pacific Northwest winter storms,
with gusty winds
and sideways rain.
I hear it rattle my window
as I sit awake
at 3 in the morning
writing you a letter
from the cozy confines
of my bedroom apartment.
Knowing the mailman comes
early and wanting
desperately to share
my words with you,
I decide to get dressed
at such a late hour.
Putting on
all my rain gear
just so I can walk
to the mailbox
at the end
of the block.
Off I go
into the deluge.
Boots, jeans,
hoodie
and my winter jacket.
Armored up
against the weather
just to send you
a letter
of me,
unguarded.
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