That night the power went out, the stars shone so brightly. I mean, I guess they always shone so brightly but I was just never able to see them that well. The dead light twinkling at me, from eons and light years away. I know they are just great big balls of gas whirling around in space. Heat and light fighting against the cold and dark.
I don’t care what science says. It’s magic.
The streetlights flickered once tonight. I almost wished the power was out again.
That night, I saw four shooting stars.
Each time I wished for you.