The sea was churned up and choppy, the breeze was a wind. They were so close to shore that I was concerned the seals would be hurt, would get dashed against the rocks, but they continued to float, they continued to ride the unpredictable waves.
They were excited and filled with curiosity, noses out of the water, looking around them. What was this poor weather going to bring them? What would be thrown up for them to enjoy and what would remain when the storm had passed?
I watched and wondered whether next time I faced troubled waters I could do so with the excitement and curiosity of optimism rather than fear.
