What would you wish for if you saw a shooting star tonight?

The wish tradition is silly and profound. Silly because a rock burning up has no magic. Profound because the act of wishing clarifies what you actually want. The meteor doesn't grant it. You do — by naming it, you take the first step toward making it real. The brevity of the meteor mirrors the brevity of the moment you have to decide what matters. Don't overthink it. The first thing that comes to mind is usually the truest.