It’s been a long time since we’ve been at sea and I really miss it. Not just the sailing, although that’s a large part of it. I miss the feeling of voyaging in our self contained habitat, moving under the power we create by cooperating with the forces of nature, experiencing how our senses are tuned to minute changes in sound, motion, light, color. A streak of texture in the water can occupy us for an hour as we watch and wait and speculate what it might be until it passes behind us still a mystery. Or a small bird might suddenly circle the boat at night hundreds of miles from land, its wings flashing each time it passes the running lights. I miss the routine of scanning the horizon for ships, of marveling how empty the sea is once we’re out of sight of land.
It’s been a long time. What once seemed normal now seems alien and foreboding. In some ways getting rerigged is a trip back to the beginning. And it can’t come soon enough.