The first message came when the world was hurting, swirling out of control. A pale green envelope, bordered in dark teal, addressed by hand. The contents read,
“If not now, when?”
Very different from my usual mail. Who sent it? A few days later, robins-egg blue edged in red.
“If not here, where?”
Hope flickered. The sun rose eagerly, as did I. Soon, a rosy pink envelope encircled with gold.
“If not with love, how?”
Finally, pale lavender and royal purple, addressed in my own handwriting.
“If not me, who?”
“I’m ready,” I whispered to a world longing for change.