The other week I was driving into town from the highway when I looked up and saw this cloud that looked disarmingly like a dolphin jumping out of the ocean. Now, I’m notoriously suspicious of dolphins (I find all that “smiling” is slightly creepy and I can’t forgive how much they can look like sharks) but I was compelled to stop and record it.
Ok, so I was a moment too late to get it in all its jumping perfection, but you can see what I mean. And that afternoon when I went surfing, the water was slightly murky after all the rain. Not gross, just not clear. I was paddling back out after a wave, when two dolphins jumped out of the water, side by side. They leapt out of the face of the wave and crashed into the water in front of me, speeding under my board and away. It was a very dolphin day that one.
In Noosa there was a dolphin under my board as well. It popped up next to me and then swam away. I didn’t see it again.
I know these experiences are cool, and I do honestly feel lucky that I get to be in the water so close to them. Sometimes I feel guilty though, because I know other folk would get more out of it than me. I just don’t go much for the anthropomorphism nor the spirituality that people attribute to them, so that stuff is wasted on me.