this weekend we got down to going through and throwing out old clothes since they had taken over spare room drawer space that we would need to claim for company.

J swears i have 100 Tshirts. I do get a lot of tech fair this , red cross blood donation that, save a life walk that, etc. Not to mention my Alpha shirts, CIAA Tournament shirts from the Winston years and others not falling into any category. I tossed the ones i got for free first.

J saw something resting behind the drawer to the nether-region between the baseboard and the bottom. Some dusty gear I hadn’t seen since post-college/premarriage.

and i saw a letter.

it was folded by hand, crumpled by time. you can tell a woman’s handwriting. the letter was vague in specifics, no date, it said the writer loved me very much. (lies!) It was sealed with a tinted kiss. The name was written in a way that it looked like one or two possibilities.

it was a lingering reminder of the fleeting memory of mysterious vapor.