Writing thank you notes for birthday presents, I broke out the wax seals. I love the slow drip of the wax, the way it glistens as it puddles. Push down the seal and voila! An ordinary envelope becomes a missive, redolent of mail coaches and dispatch bags. I never seem to apply enough wax for a perfect imprint. But in truth I revel in the imperfection, each uneven seal unique, a moment of hot wax and metal frozen into an impression as distinct from stick-on pseudo wax seals as my handwriting is from a cursive font. None will win awards for style and elegance, but all are mine alone.