Wishing

I made a wish the other day.

I wished on a wish and it danced through the air until I cast my inner-most desire on it.

Then it fell to the ground.

The irony was not lost on me.

As if to make up for the fallen wish, a new wish crossed my path to

day on an ingenious manner.

I was driving on Woodhaven Road with both the passenger and driver windows open.

A wish flew in the passenger window, floated past my face and flew out the other window.

I made a new wish today.