My daughter gave me a lovely handmade card in this also-lovely gold envelope. I couldn't throw it away, so I doodled on it. I've always loved this quote from poet W. H. Auden. I believe there will come a day when the phrase "the postman's knock" will be completely meaningless to our society. It's already mostly that way, since the postman doesn't knock anymore. He does dump packages on my porch occasionally, though, which quickens the heart a bit.