Stepping out of the camp trailer on the Cape, I look up through the scraggy pines.

Start light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight. I wish...

I pause for a moment. What do I wish for? Riches of some sort? No, there was a time in my life when I made a lot of money. True, there are things I would like to do if I were better off financially. There are plenty of good causes to give to. Fiona wishes we had a trailer here for the summer, and so on. But that's not really what I wish for. Riches aren't al they are cracked up to be.

I could wish for a better work environment. I have a really interesting job doing what I believe is important work. Yet it comes with more than enough stress and not enough security.

Perhaps a wish that friends and family were healthier. That would be nice. We would ask be a lot happier and do more fun things if people were a little healthier.

This morning, I sit on the deck next to the camper. I hear the wind through the leaves and the tapping sounds of pine needles falling on the canopy. In the distance, birds are chirping. Families are starting to get going. Mostly it is the sound of young children. There are little squabbles and bickering here and there and the occasional response of an adult. Older folks scuffle by on their way to the bathroom. The night sky and first star have given way to blue with small fluffy cumulus clouds floating by.

The time for that evening wish is gone. Perhaps, if I had been less tired I would have wished to be able to capture the moment in words. This morning, I have sat and in my own way made a little bit of that wish come true.