To the lagoon, early, last chance to walk with my youngest while she’s here. And there were only a very few birds around in the windy morning of sudden chill and bright sunshine. We shortened the walk to have a family breakfast and the day was full of activity. In the late afternoon it warmed and the wind died down and we rented jet skis. Not my favorite thing to do, but I went along and rode behind Frank and it was sunny but cool and in Longboat Pass, suddenly, beside us, very close, a fin gliding up and gone, and then another, another, the dolphins, a pod, so many, to the left and right and behind and ahead, and beside us and among us and underneath us, all we could do was watch them and slowly follow them and they kept coming, probably near fifty, and they did their back flips and tail flips and they were magnificent, and I felt glee and gratitude and awe and wonder and even a baby dolphin, a baby! swimming along. It was so thrilling, a spectacle shared by all of us in the terrific late afternoon: “For the god/wants to know [her]self in you.”