Most nights have two or three squalls, and at midnight the breeze dies and by dawn we lie becalmed, drifting. It is if I have always been here, on this boat, in this placid ocean. The sameness of the days, and especially the gentleness of the sailing, gives uninterrupted time to remember everyone I know, even those not present for many years, and sometimes it seems the boat is full of people. Some have to introduce themselves we’ve been so long apart, so many years without our thoughts touching.
