We have been in the Drake since late last night. We are making good time and there is enough wind for an enthusiastic escort of various albatross, petrels and fulmars. Particularly remarkable are the many light-mantled sooty albatross and the pintado petrel. They follow us throughout the day, sometimes drifting close at eye level, curious or hungry, maybe both.
A day at sea; I think about yesterday and some of the days before. My work is in the sea, in the water, under the surface. So much there that is never seen: strange fish that lay hidden on the bottom; sea stars with too many arms; there are even pyrotechnic jellies and comb jellies, silent hunters in the water.
I wonder and I wonder, they are far away for most of us for most of the time. Then again I will see them, next week, next month, next year. They are wild things, not there at my beck and call. I like it like that and I wonder.
