I found a bottle on the shore. It was old and worn and was a translucent teal color that enticed me to hold it to the sun to play the light. I decided that this was the perfect vessel to carry and protect my dreams. On paper I transcribed each one from a place of fancy etched within. I prepped the bottle, slipped my dreams inside and carefully stoppered it, ensuring no water would ever leak in. I took my bottle of dreams to the waters edge, said a silent prayer and freed my bottle of dreams to the care of Mother Ocean. I sat and watched it float out with the tide. Even after I could no longer see if I stayed and watched until the slack water. Then I raised, brushed the sand off me and headed home. Days, weeks and finally years passed until my bottle of dreams was a mist. The chores and mandates of life kept me from my walks on the shore and finally took me away to the cold sunless valleys of concrete. I wo...