I stand here alone, on the beach. The water is peaceful, the sound muted and my surroundings concealed by a dense white fog. Somewhere before me a whale breaks the silence with a deep breath. I look up, smiling, but the whale is out of sight, hidden by the fog. In this fog I can hear the whale a second and a third time, he’s saying something.

While I do not understand whale vocalizations, I do get the gist of the message:

It’s good to be in Newfoundland.