Rain lashed the windows, sounded like hail. I also fish, in other, more metaphoric waters. Like sailors and fishermen, I have premonitions. I act on them. Over the years, I've asked mountain climbers, deep-sea divers, sailors, wilderness survivalists, what living in Nature requires.
Enormous patience is everything.
Time stands still, or is irrelevant when one lives in the moment and for the task at hand. One gets to where one wants to go not at any cost, but rather as a function of adjusting, and re-adjusting to the weather. I note the tanned and barefoot boys of summer on board. Ye olde fishermen would probably be amazed that there is only one commercial fishing boat among them. All the rest are sport-fishing boats.