We Found a Message in a Bottle
At the beginning of May, we took a trip to Pemaquid Point lighthouse, just like any other outing in Maine on a nice day when Geoff didn't go in to Colby to his lab or to teach. Why on Earth would we just take a random trip with no special occasion? Because that's what you do when you live in Maine -- you take advantage of nice days, no matter what the day is named. Here life isn't dictated so much by business and schedules, and much more by nature and seasons. Perhaps that's why Maine's slogan is "The Way Life Should Be." There is little use resisting a warm spring day after 7 months of snow and mud have prevented you from doing so. When the grass bursts forth and beckons you in its wind, you follow. Your heart leaves you no choice.
Flowers call you forth and smells of all kind return. Sounds return and the calls of birds summon you. The ocean thaws and the sound of the waves pedal forward to find you, calling. You can almost hear your own name in it, and feel the ocean's relief when waves gasp out their dying breaths as sea foam lines across the sand.
The rocks bid farewell to their winter twins at the first ice cutting boats' pass. Unchanging rocks are bathed in considerably more sunlight than the day before, and tickled with the flickering shadows of new leaves in the long-forgotten sun.
In the fresh new mercy of May, we left, out into the world, blinking like moles in the subshine. This was our first outing since October with no sight of snow or ice. 2014/2015 had been a record cold winter.
We explored the ocean's rocks and among them found a lobster buoy, and a real live message in a bottle, apparently written by a young girl staying with her family while they were summering on Seavey Island in Kittery, Maine. The message had been written the prior summer, so we could still read the ink. I couldn't believe my eyes, but there it was, dying to be discovered after months locked in ocean ice.
I'd always wanted to find a message in a bottle, and perhaps this one wanted to find me just as much.
The message revealed her email, so I just sent her a note. I'm curious about Hayden and where she is now! Will she be staying again on Seavey Island? Did she ever send out anymore messages in bottles? Perhaps there's an entire summer's diary floating around out in the sea and we found just one installment? Will we meet Hayden in one of our future trips to Maine, as penpals of the ocean? I'll update you if she responds.
This is what I saw.