Whales

My Easter bonnet was almost a wooly hat, had it not been left behind by my North Face jacket walking out the door.  On the sand, next to the water, we sat on rocks and read from the common book of prayer those exaltations designed for each and every occasion. 

Put far from them, every root of bitterness, the desire of vainglory, and the pride of life.  Fill them with faith, virtue, knowledge, temperance, patience... Turn the hearts of the parents to their children, and the hearts of the children to their parents; and so enkindle fervent charity among us all, that we may evermore be kindly affectioned one to another.

That book uses words we've left behind.  The silver sea lay below thick clouds whose strength forced us away.  Snowflakes were coming down.  Though flowers had already begun to bloom, they were the only sign it was April. 

Later, I let an egg sit in blue dye.  I imagined the small white specks as constellations, as if it were a new universe.  Thinking of the universe reminds me how tiny we are and how there are whales below the water.  If there are whales below the water, I can only imagine what else I don't know is out there.