Sunday's travelers

The sun wakes me each morning,, 6:15 it begins its rapid rise over the Mona Passage, a direct golden spotlight to my pillow. As I was (slowly) doing yoga,, with the help of Thelma and her coconut husk chew toy, I spied the cannon ball puffs of whale spouts and ceased my slow regular breathing for the rush to grab binoculars. I watched 4 whales make their way along the coastline north. They did not breech,, but they flipped and showed me some tail and generally went at a playful slow speed. I wondered if this was their departure for the northeast, as it is getting time for them to be headed back to Cape Cod and there about. I stopped slow yoga again to watch two more less playful on route home. It is their time to hit the road, leave the flirting, sex , and babies behind for a summer of feasting and avoiding the tour boats of the northeast. It is sad to see them go, but so peaceful to know that their routines, their instincts remain , despite the horrors of human intervention, and changes in weather and environment . I hope to watch them return in January,,, hope that they will stay on course, and that my life will also remain true to my instincts, my plan to be here, to observe the nature, the flora and fauna, the people and not disturb their harmonies. Happy birthday Brother Jon. It is a good day to celebrate.