Nights at sea - Atlantic Crossing 18.4

We left El Hierro with the new moon, the first nights were dark, windy and relatively cold. The sky above Cirrus was magical, full of stars. At the beginning of the night we were running to catch up with summer constellations, always too fast for us and fading in the horizon. Then Taurus and Orion would rise in our stern, catch up with us, and show us the way towards the west. The red eye, Aldebaran, was showing the exact heading to Guadeloupe.
In these dark nights, the sea would catch fire. Our wake was alive, full of green light, and the breaking waves were loud, scary, but beautifully green with bioluminescent plankton. On the third night at sea we were even visited by a pod of dolphins, playing around us, only their green shadows visible.
There is no way to convey this with a picture, I'm sorry, but you will know when you will try it. I was skeptical, before leaving, about the beauty and variety of an ocean. I thought it could have even been boring, monotonous. I was very happy to be proven wrong.

"Hai presente la notte del sabato sera? Intendo quella nera, intendo quella nera"