[Sometimes the reason for the postcard is nothing more than the beautiful stamp you get to put on it. And while we’re on the subject, my little girl asked me yesterday: “Mom, how come when we see something beautiful, we feel like we have to own it?” Good question, my dear.]
[If you liked this post, you might also like “Postcard #3: Arco della Pace.”]
What is it?The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.