message in a bottle
Perhaps you have seen the Lady standing near the water’s edge, gazing out across the placid sea. Perhaps you see her now, from a distance, carrying a bottle of thick green glass, stoppered and sealed with wax, etched with fine writing. Either seen or unseen, she pauses for a moment, whispering a soft spell or prayer as it gleams in the red-gold light of the setting sun. She takes a deep breath, swings the bottle back — then flings it in a wide arc, over the ocean, closer to the horizon and its’ intended.
Should you find it floating in the water, lift it up and inspect it, you will find it is not your name etched into the glass. Peering within, you may see a rolled parchment, but if you are so bold as to break the seal and uncork the bottle, the paper will turn into the smoke of roses and you will have nothing, nothing.
So let it pass.
