Wind looked toward the ocean, now still as glass.

“Ah, that’s why you kept looking at the water!”

Sophie nodded.

“And now the forecast says it’s going to be hot and no wind. And tomorrow too.”

“Tomorrow too?”

Sophie nodded.

Below them, the water touched the stones with small, soft sounds.

“My dad was joking when he said this bottle could do magic. It’s just a bottle,” she said.

The ocean was perfectly still.