i've found that as i make a wish at those times in the day, they end up becoming silent prayers.
“It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we
are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.” -george eliot
i wished that day.
i was with one of the most delightful people i know, and as i left she checked her phone.
"4:44. make a wish."
i walked down the south stairs, and wished.
i looked at the clock facing me as i came down and wished.
then i walked outside the building, and part of what i wished for came true.
i ran back in to tell emily. it was fate, she said.
now. there are two eggs in the basket. plus a really little one.