
Out past the noise of the day, something has been keeping track of you. Not in a spooky way, in a warm one. The stars pulled your name from the crowd, folded a note around it, and have been waiting for you to slow down long enough to read it.
Below is the message that came back with your name on the envelope. There are no rules here and nothing to score. Read it once quickly, then again slowly, and see which line lands somewhere you were not expecting. Then pass it on to someone who could use a little sky mail today.







