Skylar hustled back inside and in moments the cozy afghan was wrapped around her despite the warm day. Her walker now stood close to hand and a cup of herbal tea rested on the table.
“Oh wow!” Skylar’s attention finally swung out over the rail.
“Oh my,” Cynthia couldn’t help but agreeing. “I’ve always loved the whales.”
A gray whale family of two adults and one youngster rose up from the sand. The kites were life-sized and while they’d been coming to Eagle Cove for a decade, they didn’t often fly. The wind had to be strong enough to lift them, but not so powerful that they might damage the fifty-foot long works of art. And they were never brought out in the rain, of course. They slowly swam their way into the sky with long ripples down their flanks and lazy flapping of their big tails.
