I was on a Halloween walk through the fields of famous Hakendover with two of my friends when all of a sudden a bright flash appeared across the dark blue sky. No more than a split second. Overly excited, all I could think was: how lucky am I to see one, a shooting star?! How lucky am I to share one with a couple of my best friends?!
Apparently, not lucky enough. A second shooting star. And so I wished. Twice. For the same thing: moments like those, where the three of us screamed with excitement. Moments, where I didn’t need to wish for anything at all, because I was perfectly content.