Serious Moonlight
<p>Sailing overnight is utterly different from its daytime guise. All around me the vast ocean slipped into darkness, a retreat filled with pomp and circumstance as colors splashed against the sky before fading into twilight. This transition, however, was always fraught: one that heralded several hours of a shadowy embrace, undeniably menacing because of the ever-present invisibility of potential danger.</p>
<p>In the dark, my other senses heighten, as I’ve learned to rely on their whispered hints and cues. I listen for the sound of waves slapping against the hull to note changes in tempo or intensity. Likewise, the wind offers cues to its mercurial nature, a fluctuation in tone, perhaps a whine or low keening. Fishing lines, too, strung taught on their rods, sing a song tuned to the wind.</p>
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