Sailing through the calm of a silk ocean
I remember the first time I saw a silk ocean extending out toward the particular horizon, looking even more like a piece of expensive fabric than actual drinking water. It was one of those rare mornings where the wind had completely given up, leaving behind the top of Atlantic therefore flat and shimmering it felt almost criminal to break it using a motorboat hull. There's something deeply humbling about seeing the entire world that will still. Quite often, we're used to the sea being this restless, aggressive force—crashing waves, whitecaps, and that constant roar. But when it becomes into that soft, liquid silk, almost everything changes. ...