stormy day. Thick black clouds interspersed with sun light. Sitting at the table with friends at the PG club house my eye would be caught by the delicate puff of spray near the ocean shore. Whales. It's whale time as the puffs went off following their own pattern.

We talked about the upcoming election and who to vote for. And then a couple of puffs. What to do about Iraq, the falling stock market, corruption, the fears of living on a fixed income, more puffs in the twinkling sunlight and then cloud shadows.

It's all here, fierce beauty and fear and not knowing what to do next.

Puff, Puff,