Aeropass

Lutsuka · Jul 27, 2025

A small stone post station on a mountain so high
the clouds pass below it.
Here, letters don't wait to be read —
they are folded, released, and trusted to the wind.
Some arrive. Some return changed.
Some land somewhere no one expected,
which is often exactly where they needed to go.

The building was once a weather station.
It still knows how to listen to the sky.

Lutsuka doesn't read the letters.
She feels the weight of what's inside them —
and sends them anyway.