This morning, the sun rose at around 7. I watched from my balcony on Silver Cloud as the egg-yolk-orange orb lifted itself out of the water and cast its light across the gentle blue sea. The dawning of a new day.
Today, like the three sea days before it, passed leisurely. Crossing the Atlantic is like taking time to breathe, good for the spirt and soul. Worries drift away in the wake and plunge deep into the ocean. The emphasis is on living in the present, absorbing and appreciating the natural world and the wonder of life.
The sun touched the sea at 6:22 p.m., and as has become ritual, a handful of us gathered on the top deck to watch the day come to an end. In previous days, we saw the green flash, the optical phenomenon that sometimes occurs seconds after the sunset. Today was different, however, with silver clouds drifting above a silver sea, equally as beautiful on another wonderful day at sea.