He sees a name of someone he recognizes. He's getting a kick out of whoever that's addressed to.
It looks like the paper you wrap presents with.
I always had a mailbox. When we were kids we had to walk down and get the mail. As adults we had to walk down to get the mail. I drove the car. It was about a mile.
I think it looks like the postman got a letter. Probably from his son in the service or from the people there at the house. If he's delivering mail, they might have left something for him.
He looks like a jolly mailman. Maybe he's really Santa.
My mailbox was like this except it would be on the other side.
I guess all of the people are gone in the house behind him. There's no light. He doesn't even make a track in the snow. He probably came from the other direction.
It's an old house. I live in that house in my dreams. This looks like the house from my childhood.
His name is Mark the Mailman. My son and my husband were both Mark. I'd name him Joe.
He's a little mixed up on his cap because it looks like a policeman.
Our mailman drove a car around the country. He just wore farmer's clothes. We'd stand out there by the mailbox to get the mail.
Looks like he's got a lot of places to go yet. He enjoys his job.
He looks familiar, but I don't know him. I think he will deliver more packages. He'll go home for lunch. I bet he finishes his job before he opens his letter. Although the mailman I have, I had taken the mail and gave him some homemade bread and he saw it and smelled it. I saw him eat some.