When you are about to leave on a major voyage everything is different. Even the air feels different. I have always liked going to sea. But on a major voyage everything is different from the moment you wake the day of departure until the next morning. All of the preparations were completed days before. Your thoughts, words, and actions are finely focused but, time feels like it has slowed. The air feels electric. Every time you peer at the sky towards the sea, time pauses. You feel anticipation from deep within you. You are calm and relaxed. You are aware of everything around you, hyper-aware. Yet all your focus is on the job at hand. Each sight, each action, each sound takes on a special insignificance, not to be repeated for weeks or months.
Finally the time has come. You single all lines and take off the gangplank. Then you cast off. Slowly you pull out from dock, out into the channel. You are headed to sea. Passing the bouys to your left and right. As you approach that invisible line between river and ocean the air changes and you can taste the salt in the gentle breeze.
Passing the last bouy, salt air in your face a gentle swell rises to meet you as a calm sweeps over you. Buffeted by the sounds of surf and foul. You look pass the bow to the horizon as you increase to cruising speed.
You are at sea.