A Hazy Shade of Winter

Where one day ends and another begins is only academic. We watch, sleep, eat, repeat. The sea is more forgiving today. Jamie and Steve are barely vomiting at all, but are not quite enjoying the ride yet. During the day shift, Steve and I successfully bake a few loaves of bread. Both day and night, our thirst for tea is powerful, if not for warmth or taste, then for passing time.

In the dark, watching the wind power up and come around from north north westerly to north westerly, we seize a rare chance to shine, or, at least, get up. Trimming the main sail and yankee gives us enough added wind power to switch off the engine. Steve isn't a regular sailor either, so we're both quite pleased with ourselves.

As our day shift is ending, the sun is setting. There's no land in any direction. On the horizon, the sky is a layer of a pastel green, washing upwards into grey, then blue, purple, red, orange and yellow. Purple clouds sit above with a few more low lying in the foreground. It's nice.