Last night the sky over the harbor was totally star-twinkled. From the bay, which was uncharacteristically placid, came the “whooshing” sound of whales’ breaths. The huge animals rhythmically rose to the water’s surface in the darkness, exhaling plumes of sea mist. They were invisible to the eye but must have been very close to shore. The ‘squeaks’ and ‘squawks’ of their aquatic songs reverberated around the bay. The sonic echoes were hauntingly beautiful but their meaning lost on my land-locked ears.