A Sleeting Encounter

He came to my door

Trudging thru the storm

With packages he needed to deliver.

I was warm & dry.

He was wet, but cried:

“Mail! Does ‘Occupant’ still live here?”

I giggled & said yes

And caught them in my dress

While he shivered & blew on his gloves.

“You must be cold?” I asked.

“Not so much,” he laughed.

“It’s warmer when you have a job you love.”