I float - another speckle in the misty world. I taste the love of the water. At night I ride in the boundary between the warm and the cool as it undulates up and down. I balance at the boundary and gently rise up and descend with the undulations of the wave. I move with the boundary and dream of the world the way it was and dream of the world the way it will be.
Nothing is lost.
I travel with the boundary and I feel the cold currents on my belly and the warmer waters on my back. I let myself be, I stay out of my way. When we lie on the surface, I see them spread out around me even though it is dark. I see them spread out around me, I hear them nudging and squealing and squeaking their way in and out of the cold water below the boundary and up and down. Sometimes I can see them - we are a pack.