Tuesday, October 20, 2009

A lone star hangs in the eastern sky above the tall lodge pole pines and alongside the rocky mountain tops of the Wind River Mountains. If I didn't know dawns was breaking, I would make a wish: "Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight... But dawn is breaking, not dusk descending.

The school bus drives by; lights on top and around the sides send out their own message of existence. How many times did I ride a bus, gaze up at the stars, and make a wish? Plenty. Riding on the bus after football and volleyball games in the fall, and then after basketball games in the winter, made for plenty of time to stare out at the stars lighting the sky across the Colorado plains.

All those wishes and did they come true? Do I remember what I wished for? A different time and new wishes seem to crowd the space in my mind; dwelling on the past does not seem to be a particular era I wish to think about, but those wishes and past era are what bring us to where we are today.

Perhaps in at this age I should begin wishing on morning stars and see what happens.

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