I am a traveler of dreams, dotting the landscape by tiptoe.

I had grabbed the latest issue of Texas Monthly with my left hand, while balancing a freshly made cup of Donut Shop coffee in my right, when the postage paid cards began to fall to the floor. Much like the tree’s leaves in October quickly drifting to their end, below. While most of the falling collateral are the offer of subscription services, one is a personally beloved classic.