Sunsets. Whales and Magic.

While the romance of ferry rides might fade, (though I doubt it) I know I’ll never tire of sunsets at the sea’s edge witnessing Mother Nature’s explosion of colours drawing the day closed.

Pure magic.

Nor will I ever lose my wonder at the sight of whales. Since moving to the island, I’ve yearned for this moment. Every day, there’s been a sighting, and every time, I’ve missed them.

This morning, my daughter in Vancouver called. “Whales at Orlebar Point!” she exclaimed. I grabbed my binoculars and rushed out onto the deck, but the sea was calm. “I’m going to the Point,” I told my grandchildren, who were watching excitedly on Facetime.

Ten minutes later, Beau and I stood on the rocks at Orlebar Point. A woman with a camera pointed towards the water. Suddenly, I saw them – immense bodies breaching the surface, water cascading like diamonds in sunlight. Their blows echoed across the water, a deep, resonant sound that vibrated through me.

It is humbling to stand on the shore while mere meters away, giants slip gracefully through the water. The salty spray kissed my face as I listened to their breath escape with every undulating move. To witness such magnificence on a cloudy west coast day, just minutes from home, is beyond special.

It’s pure magic.

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