The first sunny day in Rochester
I am trying extremely hard not to stare, or pull out my camera to take picture of a guy sitting next to me.
He's writing a letter with a fountain pen (!) on beautiful paper and in gorgeous and neat cursive hand writing, looking incredibly calm and happy.
This makes me feel like something melted inside me, warm and peaceful.
At least I know that somewhere in this world, there are still people who appreciate the art of writing.
Whoever that letter will be sent to, I am sure it will make his/her day.
One day, I wish I can receive a letter just like that.
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