About ten years ago, I saw a shooting star for the first time in my life. It was a balmy summer night and I was walking to my car when the brightest flash of light I’d ever seen flew across the dark sky.
It was a moment I’ll never forget. I stopped in my tracks. And I did the only thing I know how.
I made a wish.
And as much as I looked for nights and years after that, I never got to see one again.
Until last night.
I came home after a long day of voting, commuting, teaching, driving and got out of my car anxious to run inside since it was cold night.
Except I didn’t. The whole ride home I had been thinking something over and coming to no clear conclusion of my own, I asked for a sign. Moments later when I got out of the car something made me stop and look up at the sky. It was a clear night and just as I picked my star to make a wish on you, Universe, had another plan for me. A star blazed across the sky, stealing my breath, making me smile, making me wish.
Most people believe shooting stars are a good omen. Some believe that a wish made on a shooting star is even more powerful than an ordinary one and will come true within thirty days. They can be a sign of birth, change, a new beginning or an indication of better things ahead.
It was an even more beautiful sight than I remembered. It felt hopeful and reassuring and I took it as the sign I had just asked for. Thank you for that.
I hope it’s not another ten years before I see one again. Because the world seems a whole lot brighter with shooting stars lighting up the night sky, winking at all of us down below.