At the stormiest of times, clouds can part…
…revealing an unexpected vista of stars so thick they seem to coalesce, to gather like swathes of gauze against purest black.
This celestial beauty spreads before you, mesmerizing until…
…a streak of fire jolts you from your reverie.
Did you really see it? Maybe not…
…but then another
and yet again
A shower of fire, frost-kissed, utterly silent, lances across the sky.
Each one worth a wish.
You wonder if you’re the only person stargazing on such a night. Normal people are indoors, sheltering against the cold.
You are no longer in a hurry. You no longer grumble about the long walk from the garage.
Because the winter night has gifts to give.