"On a clear day you can see forever"…. A song sung by the fabulous Barbra Streisand. Here, on the island, that is so true. Looking out from shore where the sky meets the ocean, it seems like it goes on and on. Then, on the beach, a bottle is discovered. Sometimes this decanter is clear, blue, green or brown. Many have tops or corks, and most are empty except for the salt water that has seeped in while they make their passage across the sea. Proving that while it looks like it is an eternal distance, there is another coastline where people live and play or a marina full of watercrafts powered by either motor or large sails.
I envision a beach party with dancing, delicious food and of course rum drinks. Perhaps the bottle is emptied, and left on the beach or tossed into the waves in a celebratory gesture (maybe a sleek yacht with an elite group of passengers having dinner and champagne while cruising from island to island). Or a fishing boat carrying those who live to fish and fish to live. Believing to think like a fish, you need to drink like a fish. Beer, I imagine, is their beverage of choice. Or a tall white canvas sailboat. Romantic and quiet, serving wine while floating across the water. All bottles bobbing along until it is washed up onto the sand to be discovered by those who wander.
I send my bottles out with my Eleuthera stories in them. So if you are ever on a beach, and you see something reflecting the light as the sun shines onto glass embedded on the coast of whatever shore you stroll, pick it up. Look and see. You may find a message inside or the vessel itself could be like the ones that line my porch — treasures themselves. Where have they been, no one knows but hopefully before they went on their watery journey they poured out happiness in whatever liquid form they contained.
That’s how I like to imagine it.