As I was driving west last evening, I saw a shooting
star (I never see shooting stars!)… and I wished upon it.
The sky was
pale blue deepening to navy, and the bare tree branches stretched hopefully above the pale horizon. The star fell behind the string-like latticing of a walk-over
bridge, and I choose to see that as an additional good omen:
- the star to wish on,
- the bridge to cross over,
- the trees meditatively waiting for spring.
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