While you sleep in your bed at home
05 April 2008 | 33 41.1S 156 22.9E
Its dark. Black. 3 am. The moon is days away from its rebirth. The stars are faint and disguised by atmospheric vapour. Towering black shapes roving the inky sky come bearing down us. They are oppressive and seem to linger overhead. The stars are blotted out one by one. Its dark. I can barely see the horizon line. With each looming cumulus comes new wind. Sometimes its favourable but more often it heads us. The cockpit is a vague collection of angles lit by the green LED instrument panel. As I sit here bathed in this ethereal glow I watch millions of tiny sea creatures flash their signature sparkles in our bow wave. There is some light. We are bounding across the Tasman sea in a thankfully moderate seaway. Diomedea shoulders aside the ocean to leave her stamp on each wave. She is on her way to New Zealand and is anxious to get there. 300 miles behind lies Sydney and now there is 795 to go. You sleep on.