"Oh, I didn't wish for anything," I said, watching the shooting star blaze across the midnight sky, almost breaking the silence, yes almost, because the crickets must have gasped for breath and then they started again with their melodies.
A soft breeze was closing my eyes like a strong wind forces a window to close, and for a moment without being a rebel, I closed my eyes to contemplate what I wished for -- was it a person, or a materialistic thing?.
I was contemplating to prepare for the next shooting star and to my surprise, I saw one again, in the same night, but I could not wish for anything, I couldn't close my eyes, or rather I didn't want to close them, I just wanted to watch it, until the end. I guess now I know what wish for, to live in the m o m e n t.
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