Marveling regulates awe

I made friends with a star. I saw this star two nights ago. It was the first star of the night and I wished upon it, surprised I remembered that wishing upon a star rhyme. I stared and marveled at the star, even though it was only a little dot in the sky, I just imagined what it really was. It twinkled in the distance. I decided to look at that star and wish upon it every night, the same beautiful little star. Do I know that much about astrology? No. Do I know if that is always the same star or if even stars stay in the same place every night? No. But I saw that star or a star in the same place last night and I looked up like I just found my star. My star. Wishing is all the more special. From my beautiful star friend far, far away.