In a sparse crowd I locked eyes with a stranger who knew me. She insisted I take her hand and asked me if I wanted to go with her to see the whales. A sudden rush of joy pulsed through my mind and I followed as she and I traveled to this place where we could see the whales. As we traveled there it seemed like we were either floating or skipping...or a combination of the both. A sort of drifting though the space between us and the whales. Imagine if you could look under the ocean as if through a window. Now imagine being at that very spot. Your toes digging into the wet sand of the ocean floor and pushing off dance fluidly to the sounds of whales.  She and I floated and spun and swam, all the while the whales singing and swimming in the distance.

Stephanie Benjamin