There is something about getting mail- and giving mail- that puts a little bounce in the step.
Observing a woman on her way to drop a package at the post office reminded me of this simple pleasure.
When I was a teen, I remember mailing figs to my grandfather who lived in Israel. I thought it ridiculous to send figs or dates to the Middle East, but packing the dry fruits and taking them to the post office was fun.
When your neighbor says “ah no mail; at least I didn’t get a bill,” you nod in understanding. But you are both a little disappointed at the empty mailbox.
All The Best 