This is the Day that Never Ends..

But in a good way!

After struggling through my morning watch, I grabbed a couple of hours in my rack, changed and came back up to enjoy the day. And by God, WHAT a day! Not a cloud in the sky, a stiff breeze & following seas; which by now are nice, 20' slow rollers.

Every contour, every wrinkle in the water sparkles and glistens in the sun, blending into a blinding carpet out to the horizon. All hands lay about the deck, draped over every sunny surface and each other (whether tarred or not) updating journals, reading, sleeping, etc. I caught up on some journal entries, and then devoured some chapters of O'Brian's Ionian Mission while laying out on the bowsprit (the jibboom makes a comfy pillow, even with the promise of certain destruction should something go wrong).

That's right, reading a Jack Aubrey novel on the bowsprit of a square-rigger under full sail on an ocean voyage.

It seemed perfectly natural at the time, but that stolen moment between watches is one of those things I'll think about when taking my last breath.