Shooting Stars

Make a wish...

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At four am the streets are empty.

At four am the city is closed.

At four am the shooting stars come out.

Driving down Wonderland with the windows rolled down- music blaring-

Driving toward the place where the streetlights end

Driving north

Zero Degrees

Tim Horton's

Hot Chocolate

Large- please.

Continue down the road...

Light, Light, Dark, Brights...

Giant stop sign-- pull over.

Climb on top of the car

Look.

Up.

Thousands of worlds

Thousands of tiny specks

Thousands of what ifs?

All of a sudden-

You catch something out of the corner of your eye-

It is moving-

Gone-

You see another one.

And another.

That one has a tail.

This one is orange.

Think of a wish and wait for one to come while the wish is in your head ----- Nothing.

They only come when your head it clear- when you are not expecting them.

Eventually the cold gets to you-

The hot chocolate is empty-

The stars become sparse-

Drive home

Glad you got to see something

Glad you took a risk

Glad that the moment happened

Glad that the sky will always follow you

Where ever you go

What ever you do

The sky is there. Watching you- watching it-