Waking up on the boat, at anchor, you never know what side the sunrise will arrive from. Until you go up on deck your whole world can be oriented an entirely different direction. Closer to these rocks, further from that shore, sun at the bow or stern. The beach long and wet, or completely gone with the tide. No sense building Stonehenge on a boat. It’s a pleasant thing to be surprised each morning, to take a moment, coffee in hand and visually adjust to the temporary new reality of your setting. Sailing is about constant change.