Pickle + Wish

I realized there may be opportunities to make wishes that I’ve been missing. Yesterday I plucked the last pickle from a large jar and thought this feels like an opportunity to make a wish. This instinct and reaction isn’t one I’ve had often. Once while camping I looked up at the night sky and saw the longest shooting star I’ve ever witnessed. The only reaction I could muster was a drawn out wooooooooow. By the time the last w punctuated my statement Kat looked up, the sky was still and black, faded hazy from the bonfire smoke. Even then, beneath the magnificence of that celestial event, the idea of casting a wish didn’t occur to me. Maybe the vinegar of the pickle brine, so uniquely contained in the jar, gave me a sense of resealing something ancient. Perhaps extracting the pickle as some sort of final token unlocked the potential of a wish. Today while checking out at the grocery store the receipt paper ran out halfway through printing our receipt. Kat looked to me and out loud said “make a wish”.