The Best Kind of Day

After a few full days at sea, we have slowly evolved a sort of routine. Beazy gets up at sun-up, goes to the Lido deck to get a mug of coffee and then returns to read her book on our deck. I get up about an hour later, go for a walk around the Promenade deck a few times or do my back exercises, then join her on the deck. The sun is warm and the sea is now a deep teal colour, shot with bright sparkles where the sun’s light hits. We look for whales and other ships languidly and are only a little disappointed when we see neither.

 Breakfast.

 I write, she naps, we both read. Maybe a swim or more exercises for me.

 Lunch.

I write, she naps. We might attend a lecture or visit the library, neither of which has really been up to much. Maybe a yoga/pilates class, or maybe….

Afternoon tea.

 We read.

Gin and tonic, or a glass of wine. We discuss our books, or world affairs, or some grand idea, while watching the sun gild the clouds as it starts its westward dive and the water starts to turn navy blue, white tips of foam reflecting the low sun, apricot.

Dinner.

Maybe a show, or a little concert, or a turn around the decks. Perhaps a movie. We sit on our deck in the dark and watch the moon wax and shimmer on the horizonless black water, or drift between the clouds. The sound of the waves is constant, as the ship cuts through the slow swell of the current, sending white lace to dance on the surface of the sea.   

Then a sleep, full of dreams.