Anchored off Nukualofa, Tonga, we were attempting to figure out what delicious thing to do after lunch. That’s a reoccurring problem for us. We sincerely want to treat ourselves a little bit better every day—which isn’t easy, after a lifetime adrift from the Corporate Clock. We have no schedule, no boss, no job. Each second we live is entirely our own—to cherish or squander. My buddy Webb Chiles says we sailors are “artists of the wind.” I like that lofty, slightly daft concept. It makes me grin. But my ultimate focus is more on cruising than sailing. So perhaps I’m an artist of time.