Sunrise (I Think)

[Tuesday, 4:40am local time]

I am, as usual, up at dawn. The ship's channel on television says we are in Rough seas with waves reaching 15 feet and 60 knot winds with occasional rain. The spray of the waves breaking against our ship is reaching up to our balcony on deck 9. Somehow, I suspect the waves are higher than 15 feet. I can hear our neighbors, but not in a fun way. The ship itself is creaking and groaning like an old car driven by a fugitive running for his life. I love this weather, but most do not. We are truly in the circumpolar current with nothing, save a few small islands, to stop the storms and surges circling Antarctica. Connie, looks at me enjoying the ship's action, rolls her eyes, and goes back to sleep.