I am looking out to sea with the sound of a mournful train whistle fading in the distance.
There are crushed flowers beneath my feet.
He said, “Watch closely. The humpbacks are migrating south. If you’re lucky you’ll see powerful exhalations of breath escape through the tops of their heads..”
I think that now he is gone all breath, all breathing, all signs of life are grand miracles.
I have been holding my breath. Just as I let go to live again, I see it.
Far off in the distance a whale blessing me with the sight of his breathing.