Somehow finding ourselves in Saturday morning traffic on the upriver bridge crossing in Fremantle. We’re heading south and the trucks are banked up in the left lane. I’m in the passenger seat for the first time in a long time, and I’m looking at directions on my phone. I take a moment, however, to pull myself away in order to look down at the river. The car has stopped, the traffic is so slow. And there, by the edge of the jetty in front of the Left Bank Hotel, is one small dolphin coming up for air. Then a moment later, another kwilena even closer to the shore. I watch and watch but see no more movement in the water. I look around to see if anybody else has noticed anything. There is a guy fishing nearby, who must have seen; and people on the walkway have stopped near the jetty to look at something. The car starts to move.

The things I must miss while driving.