I’ve pondered this a bit, because I think it’s impossible to watch otters play on the banks or dolphins play in the waves and NOT believe that they are completely joyful. One winter afternoon a few weeks ago, we met some neighbors down at the beach to assess the erosion damage from a king tide, so we had all sorts of equipment: drones, zoom lenses, phones, etc. Before we got to the worst of the damage, there was a huge splash right offshore. Past some large rollers (unusual on our placid beach) was a pod of dolphins, surfing in to shore, riding the waves with joyous abandon. Once they got close, they swung around and did it again. And again. At the end of the video below, you’ll see the drone footage move over our little pod on the beach, cheering with elation in spite of ourselves.
And then they were gone, flashing out to sea, their great resilient pewter bodies spraying off dazzles of light, pure and endless light. (Madeleine L’Engle, A Ring of Endless Light)