The sails are set. The crew is ready. The breeze is missing.
We've rowed to various positions in hope of catching the trade winds, but there are days when the air is still.
So we hone our skills, study the maps and the heavens as well as the logs of other captains, and row some more.
Nothing stirs. And then we hear a whisper and the sails begin to fill. Grateful, we cheer, but we don't know for certain just how we caught that breeze.
Or how long it will last.