I found this note taped to a bank of mailboxes.
They are part of the scenery on the country road that I walk every day.
This is how I do lunch.
Take what you need, it said.
So I did.
The next day I passed this same bank of mailboxes.
The note with the offer to ‘take what you need’ was gone.
Maybe it was just a one-day thing.
Like a sale at Walmart.
For a second I was saddened by its sudden disappearance.
Then I smiled to myself and moved on.
Because I still have what I took.
