When things are not right with the world...

I make wishes on falling stars, on birthday candles, and on soft, white, puffy dandelions.

And I wish for extraordinary things.

I'm forgetting what that felt like...

August 10.
That morning... the last time I was happy. 
Really happy, without a cloud waiting in the wings.  Not that I could see anyway.

It seems like a really long time ago. 

It wasn't.