A day of changes — in weather, in clothing, in appearance. Gradually, the weather has been shifting: cooler air drifting in, the atmosphere heavy with moisture for days now. The trade winds are clearly behind us. We reefed a little too early perhaps, but it felt right — and we are not in a hurry.
By sunrise this morning, the wind had started filling in, and we were humming along at 7.5 knots. By noon, the gusts required a more downwind course, and we reached speeds of up to 9.6 knots while the waves steadily built.
The afternoon brought stunning sailing conditions… until the rain arrived — and did not let up. From 15:30 to 20:00 ship’s time, it rained. Sometimes a little, but mostly a lot — water pouring from the skies. Just after dinner, around 18:30, the wind shifted north and we adjusted course to the east. But as the breeze softened and the sails began to flap, we turned on the engine. Another attempt to sail around 22:00 was unsuccessful, so we’re now heading north again, the sails helping where they can, engine humming steadily.
And so, the forecasted wool-sweater weather has arrived.
This morning, while the wind was still strong and the rain had yet to fall, Sandrine cut my hair. We’d agreed to do it during a quiet morning, but the weather had other plans. She did an amazing job — especially considering all the wind! Picture of the day was won by Marisol who captured the moment before the long hair turned shoulder long.
The skies are overcast now. We know the moon is full and glowing behind the clouds, its brightness still casting a soft silver light around us. But no stars can be seen — no moon, only its echo.
And so the night wraps us in its misty grey, soft and quiet. The wind has gone shy, the sails sometimes bash around, and the ocean no longer roars but settles down very nicely. Somewhere above the clouds, the moon keeps watch — unseen, yet lighting our way. We sail on in this in-between world, no longer warm and bright, not yet cold and sharp.
Each drop of rain, each gust of wind, each change of course — it is all part of the unfolding story. A voyage shaped not only by miles and knots, but by the hush of clouded skies, the steady hum of the engine, and the soft laughter on deck as hair falls in the wind.
All is well on board, Jet
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