Day 77 Ruminating And Writing

Card

The letterbox clanged—a small card settled on the floor. On the beige background, there was an image of a seaside scene. The ocean swayed on the card, feeling alive—more than the striped carpet underneath the card. The seagulls screamed loudly, and ice cream was dropped on the ground, accompanied by the cry of a child. All that for an empty house that didn’t hear the invitation the card promised. Behind was a text, “I miss you,” without a sender.

If the house were full, there would be...