I didn’t ask for anything, but I did make a wish when I blew out the candles on my early birthday cake last night. I rarely make birthday cake wishes, but for some reason it seemed like the thing to do. And the wish came true. It was about 4.00PM and I was in York, Pennsylvania when I realized it.
There’s only about an inch of it outside right now, but you can hear it falling. The edges of my footprints from an hour ago are starting to blur, and I’ll probably sleep for an extra hour tomorrow just to celebrate the occasion.
It’s possible that it’s only one inch of coincidence, but it’s also not impossible that there’s much more to wishes that do come true. Whatever stance you take on coincidence, or the lack thereof, there is still an inch of something in Baltimore that wasn’t there when I woke up this morning.



