I Wished on a Star

There comes a point in everyone's life where we get the chance to make a wish. I don't mean blow-out-the-candles wish, I mean look into the night sky and pick out the brightest star you see and pretend that for a moment you're five again and know with every fiber of your being that if you wish hard enough on that star, your wish will come true. I had such a moment just recently and when the opportunity presented itself to look out on my balcony and find the brightest ball of spinning gas I could, I conjured up a wish so unlikely, so fantastic, so much a part of my soul that it nearly hurt to let it into the cosmos. I squeezed my eyes closed and let my heart send up a hopeful request. Of course I can't tell you what I wished for because then it wouldn't come true, but I can tell you that as I sit here typing this today...my wish was heard and for some reason is being granted. Maybe I closed my eyes just tight enough, maybe someone or something actually hears these things, maybe it's a fluke, but whatever the scenario I find myself content.