AT SEA, 18, 37`South, 174, 13`East
Wedged into the corner of the cockpit, I realize why I love sailing. A feeling of contentment and bliss comes over me as I watch the water rush by. The boat swooshes along; the sound of the waves breaking around the hull is calming, lulling me into a sense of peace. The moon is almost full and I watch as it peeps in and out of the clouds. A tendril of wispy white floats across the moon, I think it will dim the moonlight but the shimmering light breaks through. The sail casts a dark shadow and as the boat yaws and rolls it flits back and forth across the cockpit. The rest of the world sleeps and we sail on, rushing headlong into the night.