A listless ocean carried it away in slow undulations of fingering surf. Moonlight glinted off its glass protectorate like a lighthouse spotlight, on then off, on then off, as it dipped up and down on the waves. I said goodbye with sea spray in my eyes wondering if my little bottle of thoughts would ever find a kindred spirit or just be smashed upon some distant reef. Would the words on that crumpled paper it guarded tell my story, or pool in smudged ink and lost memories. Who knew? Not I. But I’d tried. After all, I’d never wanted saving just the acknowledgment of someone knowing I was there.