I was leaving the reef. Monday morning I really did have too – well no – just needed to – move on.
Just as I was getting ready to leave my flock of Galahs came in to roost, as if to say “Good-bye – we’re going to miss you.”
I slowly left – part of me wasn’t ready to leave. It was a very sad moment – however new adventures call.
One last visit to South Mandu. Good-bye watch – my Baby G Shock watch – a friend for many years now laid somewhere in the Indian Ocean... I wonder how long you will continue to tick before becoming part of the reef.
I looked out to the reef. There was a whale. The white underside of a tale. It hung there momentarily. Then simultaneously five more tales rose as if waving. Then it happened. A huge mottled black monster hurtled through the air. The spray lifted high, then settled to the ocean’s surface. A spot of smooth water spotted the morning’s reflective surface.
Moments later – a thunderous crack broke the still calm of the morning.
A breach . . . it sunk in . . . a breach!
My visit’s culminating moment.
The time had really arrived – I too must now wander south.
