It was magic

There’s a cold chill in the air. Finally. I swear the seasons are off kilter. Standing on the front porch, body swaying slightly as my mind wandered to places I would not be able to recall upon reflection, I admired the way our red maple reached out for the night. Then there it was, with no warning at all, a shooting star. A wish sprang to mind with such speed and certainty, there was zero chance of burying it within the deepest confines of my heart before the Universe took it from me.

Huh. What an odd thing to wish for, but I can’t deny it’s what I want.