I was biking home from work, battling the monday blues by proudly wearing my multicoloured scarf and my bright green raincoat. You were in your uniform, emptying the mailbox right on the bike path. Seeing you reminded me about that letter I needed to mail and had been carrying around for days. I pulled over and asked you if you could take it for me. You kindly mumbled something through your bountiful, blonde beard. At that point I really wished I wasn't wearing a helmet so that you could have seen my lusciously, long locks. Together we could make a carpet? Knit a sweater? Just coffee?