Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Wishing on an empty sky
The Triboro Bridge takes my breath away. I run under it 4 nights a week and am always taken aback by the beauty the city casts against the quietness of Astoria Park. The only thing this picture is missing is a traditional ability to wish.
I love wishing on stars. It's one of the things I miss about Arkansas. But in the absence of stars to wish on, I've found myself wishing on an empty sky. Not a cloudy sky, not a sunlit sky, but an empty night sky. It happens only in bright urban areas. And I love that it belongs only to us who live here.
Let's wish, my fellow urbanites... and let's trust that all our dreams come true. We are, after all, in the place where dreams are made.