I’ve probably said this somewhere before, but I love receiving letters. It’s a special moment, opening the rusted mailbox and finding your name atop a wad of advertisement flyers and magazines. It’s almost a luxury, especially with regards to modern methods of communication (email, texting, the web), which are often more convenient and reliable. But with letters, there’s a humble sort of magic involved. Someone sat down and thought about you and wrote to you. That’s a gift.