more later, now
While flooring it down the highway back to Brisbane, the evening we got so lost that the street signs were taunting us, a shooting star punctuated the conversation, and I think I wished for happiness, or something similarly platitudinous. But I remember how it streaked downwards like a very firm exclamation mark, and how the white-hot point on the end dissolved into the night, and how our conversation resumed its voluminous ebb and flow, the way it has always been, and I think I remembered someone once telling me that the best way for your wishes to come true is to wish for something you already have.