I've just returned from my daily walk with Billy down the beach. It's a glorious day here today... mid 20s, sun is shining, skies are blue and the ocean is gleaming turquoise. Stunning!
I was thinking to myself (and I tend to do a shitload of thinking on the beach), I'm down here almost every day, either running or walking with Bill, and during the past 18 months I've not seen a single whale. Word is, the last couple of seasons, they have been staying quite a distance away from the shore... hence, not too many sightings in this neck of the woods.
Anyways... as I turned around to walk back something caught the corner of my eye. It was only a couple of hundred metres out from shore and it is quite windy here today, so my initial thought was 'oh it's a windsurfer'. But then... I saw a big splash... and an even bigger Y shape flying up towards the horizon. That's no windsurfer... it's a whale!
This whale was having an absolute whale of a time (pun intended). It frolicked around while I made my way back. Tail flicking up into the air... then it's huuuuuge body jumping out of the water and crashing down into the turquoise waters below. Truly incredible!
I felt blessed... and so lucky to be living in this breathtaking corner of our wonderful planet. Sure, there are times when the isolation is suffocating... I whinge about this town catering for the unemployed and the elderly only... or when the lack of decent amenties and shopping does my absolute head in...
And then... I have an experience like I did just now, and I wouldn't dare live any other place on earth. I feel connected to Mother Nature here and I'm ever so grateful!
Born in the late 70s during the depths of a harsh Melbourne winter, in her mid 20s, Karls migrated to a much warmer climate - then back to the cooler climate and once again to a warmer climate. With all this to-ing and fro-ing, she's discovered that home is where the heart is... in her case, anywhere that serves ice cold beer.