Petersburg Pilot -

“How can you describe this to someone?,” my friend asks incredulously, “It’s like trying to describe heaven to us on earth.”

It’s early morning and the sky is grey and heavy, washing down into the equally grey but glossy sea, completely obliterating any horizon. The world above and below merges in moisture. The sea is so calm that only a gentle lapping sound is perceptible along the shore line. Otherwise, silence

hangs.

To my east five humpbacks exhale in quick succession. One rumbles a deep growl ending in a whistle. They ease back down into the water, bowing their heads and r...