One summer I was in Massachusetts, and on a whim decided to go hiking alone up a small mountain. I felt mostly prepared, but the only shoes I had with me were black Bruno Magli loafers.
I haven’t had jellyfish in a long time, but my interest in them was recently revitalized. Because there is a new species: an amazing creature called the winged jellyfish.
The oceans, I can tell you, are so vast that any little bird would surely drown if it were to attempt such a journey alone, but this brave little bird was able to touch every inch of the globe, both on land and on sea.
They tell me I had turned my head just in time to see the whale’s tail slip back into the sea as if to wave goodbye, and I said, “I think I recognize that whale.”