A single bottle filled with fluid to be consumed, contents worthy of purchase.
A young woman drinking the contents and writing a note to a lost loved one, yearning for their return. Carefully rolling the message, placing it in the bottle, and closing off with the cork that had kept the fluid in.
The tossing of the bottle into the grand expanse of water caressing the sand with each wave. Each wave different than the last but similar in shape and form.
The bottle, lost in the ocean, falling to the floor.
The cork gradually coming loose and ultimately allowing the salty substance in. The blending of the saltwater with the ink as it streams from the now saturated paper.
The breaking apart of the bottle as it hits rocks on the ocean floor. The pieces being spread and embraced by the sand.
The transformations as its sharp edges of the broken pieces are gradually smoothed by nature’s magic melody coming in the form of an unseen energy flow of the water’s tide.
The piece of glass, traveling on the waves back to shore, hidden in the sand waiting.
The heart, found in the form of sea glass sparkling, back into the hands that had wished for its return.
The once discarded bottle transformed into something unique to be treasured.