‘On a clear day you can see forever” are lyrics from a song sung by the fabulous Barbra Streisand.
While living in the Bahamas several years ago and now on the coast of South Carolina, 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, sometimes 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, 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 bob along until washed up onto the sand to be discovered by those who wander.
When I lived on the beautiful island of Eleuthera, I would send my bottles out with my stories in them. One was found not too long ago by a couple on their honeymoon on an island several hundred miles from where I tossed it out. They emailed me a picture and told me that they wrote the date on the message and put it back in the azure waters to float away and be discovered again.
Hello, my name John Jimenez and yesterday my wife and I found a wine bottle at the North beach of Indigo Island Bahamas and we are going to put the note back and return it to the ocean. We are on our honeymoon and will be going to the USA next and then to Costa Rica.
So if you are ever on a beach, and you see something reflecting the light as the sun shines on glass embedded in the sand 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.
At least that’s how I like to imagine it.
Kandace Hill and her husband, Brian, live in Charleston. She is originally from Miami but has lived and worked in the islands and Florida Keys. An avid writer and blogger, she also is a real estate professional with Berkshire Hathaway Carolina Sun in Mount Pleasant.