"The most fantastic magical things can happen.
And it all starts with a wish"
Pinocchio
Stepping out into a 100 plus degree Scottsdale, Arizona summer night we could feel it. Not only could we feel the sweat of the sticky asphalt beneath our high heel designer shoes, but more so the magic of the moonlight. As we exited the cab one by one all four of us looking like fashion plates direct from a Neiman Marcus ad, we were women on a mission. Women on a weekend of wicked laughter, zero give a cares and the proud renters of two huge condos on a gorgeous golf course in Scottsdale. Now, dressed to kill and out on the town, our first night in a new city would be all about finding the perfect live music and dancing to our heart's content until breakfast time. Two feet forward from the cab exit was a beautiful Romanesque gazebo complete with scenic view style picture windows, the type of structure built more for romantic Italian movie sets than Arizona sidewalk shopping breaks. Standing there gazing at stars through perfect architectural windows I felt so extra fabulous, so completely worry free. Two feet forward more and enter the most lovely lit up artisan studio of a lifetime. An elegant space complete with open house fancy finger foods, draped white lights, wine sampling and grey templed bachelors in expensive shoes. Giggling like school girls (only refined ones with grit and sass) we ran across a tiny two lane street to take in the breathtaking view of a full June moon. Running now at a full sprint as if it could end at any moment, hand in hand we locked fingers. Out of breath now four sets of heels perched upon a quiet curb. Heads bent back with faces to the sky. One. Two. Three, we closed our eyes. A deep breathe in, make a wish! Silence. Clenched hands held so tight. More silence. Quiet quiet. Still wishing and then...
Electricity.
The moment.
The magic.
Four women.
Four wishes in June
February now and all coming true.
May you wish hard today.
May your moonlight be bright.
xoxo
Birdee Bow
