Ji had her art supplies packed in a plastic bin strapped to the back of her bike. She’d left her house before dawn to catch the sunrise over the Pacific. Her dad had fussed over her by making sure she had her reflective gear on and in working order. He’d also made her check twice that she had her cellphone. Grateful for her father’s attentions and anxious to be free of them, Ji had set out at a moderate pace while most high school kids slept in on a Saturday.

Ji peddled on and thought about how she loved to capture her surroundings at sunrise: the tipuana tree near her back patio, the tram map at the Lemon Grove station that would take her to downtown San Diego, the evening primroses that would stay open until the high, hot sun shined at noon.

Today, Ji planned to sketch at the beach and decide on a new color pallet for her next painting. Once at the beach, Ji unpacked her sketchbook, pencils, and paint pens. She spread her wind jacket on the sand like it was a blanket and began drawing.

***

Before dawn on Saturday, Asher’s running shoes smacked the damp sand on the beach. On his left, waves rolled in an even rhythm that sent up frothy white fingers that scraped the shore and receded. Here, then gone. Here, then gone. The words matched his footfalls.

Asher didn’t mind the semi-darkness but looked forward to the sky breaking with light. Coach had suggested the team put in extra endurance and weight work this weekend. Their high school volleyball team had a chance to go far this season; he dreamed of making it to the state championship game, but the competition was fierce.

Minutes ticked by with Asher’s legs and arms pumping. A crack of slender pink-orange light stretched on the horizon, just enough that Asher saw something massive and heaving on the shore in front of him. Panicky and uncertain of what was in his path, he felt goosebumps rise on his skin. After a few strides closer to the giant form, he had a strange, uncanny feeling he knew what it was, and because of this, he didn’t turn back. He ran towards it.

Ji packed up her art supplies just as an orange-pink glow began to light the sky. She decided to walk along the shore and observe the color and light of the sunrise. After several minutes, her gaze traveled to a hulking figure thrust onto the shore—a blue-gray whale heaved labored breaths while a teenage boy with sandy blonde hair scrambled back and forth to the ocean and tried to throw handfuls of seawater onto the whale’s enormous sides.

Ji ran to him and said, “Let me help.”

“I—I don’t know, no, I don’t have my phone on me,” he said, near tears.

“I do!” Ji pulled out her phone, looked up the number to call, the Network for Stranded Marine Mammals, and made the call.

At the same time, Asher spied her art supply bin and asked to use it to retrieve buckets of water to pour on the whale. Ji nodded and dumped the contents and handed the bin to Asher who dashed and sloshed in the water. After making the call, Ji quickly read about digging a trench around the whale, but of course, her stick tunneling felt like she was building a sandcastle mote and not a recess that would fill with water, allowing the whale to float until the tide or help arrived.

Asher and Ji worked together: Asher filling the art bin and flinging sea water on the whale and Ji digging a shallow trench near the whale’s sides. Before long, the Network for Stranded Marine Mammals arrived, allowing both teens to stand to the side and watch the professional team gouge a deeper trench with a small tractor’s digger. This allowed the whale to float comfortably in a pool of water while other team members attached a towing harness from a boat that pulled the whale back into the sea.

Asher and Ji looked at each other and sighed with relief. While their water buckets and shallow trench felt insignificant and fruitless, as the whale sprayed a large spout of water into the air, they smiled because each small effort they made led to this momentous moment.

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