Summer skies

From the veranda few days ago, I could see a boat anchored in a peaceful bay, blue waters blessed by the sunset or coloured by the reflex of the city lights at night.

From a different balcony today, I can see a beautifully starred sky. A few years ago this same sky offered me a falling star to which I was quick enough to make a wish: I wanted to get a chance.

A couple of summers down the road, it seems that my wish may come true.

Could it be that's it's too late to matter? Could it be that things have changed too much? Why am I not looking for a new falling star to ask for a new chance?