Weightless Wishes
We drove down to the end of seven sisters in the middle of the night hoping to catch the best of the meteor shower. Wondered to eachother whether one big wish on hundreds of falling meteors could do justice to countless unanswered wishes on 11:11, measly single shooting stars, and blown dandelions. We waited and watched in the silence. The sky was too cloudy, though. We didn't see a thing.