Yesterday I stood at the railing and tossed a bottle out into
the open sea. I had placed a message
into the bottle, in hopes another person finds it and that in itself, sets off
yet another adventure.
When I did all this, there were no ocean breezes, no rolling
ocean waves, for I was not standing on deck, but simply walking to my
mailbox. The bottle was a simple mailing
envelope, and the message wasn’t handwritten and rolled up, but rather typed
and folded.
My intent was to select a random name from the phonebook,
however, phonebooks no longer exist, so failing that, I simply picked an
address of a long-ago friend. I knew two
things. The first was that my friend had passed away. The second was
that the house and its house numbers still remained. That was as close to random as I could get.
So, I already know the tide will wash the bottle up onto the
California shore. What remains a mystery
is the person discovering the message.
The options are many. They, of
course, could be any age, working or retired, fun-loving or serious.
My hope is that having a mystery land at their doorstep brings
them a sense of adventure. I think it is extremely unlikely I’ll get a message in return, but who knows? Out there, anything can happen.
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