Swimming in the ocean. Twice since last Tuesday. Up to my neck. And careful of jellyfish. (I said hello for you.)
Riding in a boat beside dolphins showing off. Sprayed with salt water and bracing against the pitch and roll of a 35-foot boat. Thinking how the seals popping up in the water look very much like gophers.
Chatting with not-locals (they come from away, having bought the land only forty-odd years ago). But they know the stories. The tides. The gannets heralding the pilot whales in the gulf. These are friends we didn’t know yesterday and may never speak to again.
Walking the Skyline in the Cape Breton Highlands. Less than 8 feet from moose resting in the shade. Watching whales in the ocean below the cliffs.
Revisiting. But that’s a story for its own telling on another day.