Fog lifted, revealing a circle of whales corralling bait beneath nervous birds. The sea shook once, then opened with simultaneous mouths and a roar that felt like applause. We drifted idle, speechless, cameras forgotten. Describe your closest brush with collective behavior, and how restraint—distance kept, engine quiet—turned observation into something reverent rather than hurried spectacle.
At low water, a pale wolf trotted the edge where eelgrass met sand, stopping to listen with the same patience we practiced. No chase, only curiosity. We watched from far offshore, hearts unclenched. Tell of a land-sea moment that surprised you, and what you changed afterward—speed, angle, volume—to be a better neighbor in shared habitat.