the dolphins found me

I'm not precisely sure why, but it mattered to me that while I was here, away from the real world, writing (though truth be told, my clients found me), I would receive visitations from dolphins.  I have looked up from the balcony, waiting. I have walked the beach, searching.  I have scanned the moonlit sea at 4 AM, this antique laptop humming.

This morning, in the pink of dawn, the dolphins found me.  The sun had just come up, barely.  I'd been at writing work since three.  They were far out there, a herd of them, quiet as could be.  I watched them slice the pinking sea with their fins, let them be.  I waited until they were gone, then returned, in dolphin peace, to Berlin.