A Stamp of Sunshine
Your sweet note was still echoing softly in my thoughts when I decided to take a stroll toward the windowsill. The breeze felt crisp, coming through just a tiny crack. Right there on the wooden sill lay a torn corner of a vintage yellow postage stamp, tucked half under a ceramic coaster. I nudged the coaster aside with my shoulder and smoothed the little paper scrap flat against the sunlit wood. It felt like keeping a tiny piece of your warm words right by my side.