It stuck out of the rows of lavender like a blinking light, its white a dramatic contrast to the light green and soft purple. I ripped it out from its hiding spot, ready to crumple it then stuff it in the large black garbage bag in my left hand. The words caught my attention and I found myself comfortably trapped inside the tale.
As I finished the last page of emotion dressed as words, I folded the pages and put them in my back pocket. I could not yet part with the pureness written on those pages. As I continued on my path, collecting this piece or that piece of ill discarded trash, I found my mind returning to the words of the letter. Such naked honesty, emotions offered without inhibition, and a peace not often found in everyday life. I smile, allowing myself to fall back into everything the letter provided, feeling grateful to have found such a treasure amongst the trash.