As I walked towards Peirce this morning, in the blowing winds, I noticed, half buried by the snow, an envelope reading “For You.” My curiosity piqued, I peered inside, only to discover an empty envelope. Confused, but thinking little of it, I continued on my way, but not ten feet later another envelope, bearing the same message, jutted out of the snow. This one too was empty, but now I kept a watch for these mysterious messages. Just outside the Gates of Hell I was rewarded. A full envelope lay at my feet. I snatched it up, but then hesitated, “what if this was something personal, a love letter, did I want to violate their privacy?” My curiosity won me over and I pulled from within the envelope a handwritten letter (small nib fountain pen by the looks of it). Expecting to find a someone’s personal note to a friend or loved one, I found a letter addressed simply to “Anyone, Someone” This is what I read: Continue reading →