Sept 29th

 As a child, I believed that if I made a wish on a shooting star, it would always come true. Every time I saw a streak of light across the night sky, I would close my eyes tightly and whisper my wish, feeling certain that the universe was listening. It didn’t matter if the wish was big or small, just the act of wishing made me feel hopeful and magical, as if anything was possible. Even now, I smile when I remember that innocent faith in the power of a single moment.