The next day we dropped our mooring and set sail for St. Kitts, a nine hour trip away. This time, however, the seas were more manageable, the wind was at our beam and we sailed – strictly sailed – 90% of the day. Scott was in his element. The boat was quiet save for the rush of the water against the hull and the sing-song creaks of a boat at sea. The conditions were mild and our boat gently rode the rhythmic waves – up, over and down, up, over and down - like a galloping horse. The bellies of our sails were full of a fresh wind and trimmed to perform, and we charged forth at over six knots. It was a pretty perfect day – one that you couldn’t help but appreciate. “Well," Scott suddenly piped up out of nowhere while gazing forward to our lush, hilly destination, "maybe we can cruise a little longer.” He sat there pensively, taking it all in, no stranger to the fact that this type of day was exactly what he signed up for. I had to laugh – because out here, moods change like - and with - the wind. We take it one day at a time.