A December dusk surrounded us. We were clearly in its sights. We were floating nowhere slow. We sat our ground. Though not yet aground, I stood my Mystique's foredeck and shot the breeze with my new crew. While the sun dipped into Biscayne Bay, I realized the day was actually still shooting us, anchored by hook, but also by awe. Our sights not yet setting on the day's and night's delights.