He wanted to go to the Science Centre, he said. So we went.
He played with light and did experiments with air and built things with colourful pieces made from all kinds of things.
I read wishes.
The papers were green that time. They hang from string all over the wishing tree, and if you stand here and duck there and peer through you can immerse yourself in wishes.
Some are simple, yet wise beyond the years of those who wrote them.
Some are fanciful.
Some made me wonder. (Why can’t you?)
Some are grandiose. All-encompassing. World-changing.
For some I’d wave my wand and grant them right now. If only I had one.
Sometimes the things we wish for are simple.
Sometimes they’re simply beautiful.
Some wishes seem to be connected to each other.
And some connect us to everyone.
What would you wish for?