Turning to face west toward bow of the boat, golden color appears only in narrow brush strokes on a stanchion and the mast. Looking closely, additional color reflects within cloud shapes ahead.
Stupendous. Assuredly, the most glamorous so far.
The breeze shifted to port and forward of the beam. As the day wore on, it clocked and by sunset was on the nose. We were motoring. Just before sunset a few dolphins arrived at the bow for a few moments of play. And the sinking sun silhouetted a solitary freighter heading west on the quiet sea.
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