Light wind has a way of making honest sailors look like they’ve forgotten which end of the boat points forward. Nothing’s broken, nothing’s urgent, and yet every sloppy movement seems to cost you a minute you don’t get back.
In that kind of air, the helm isn’t about “steering a course” so much as guarding momentum. You’re watching the water, listening to the sails, and making small choices that keep the flow attached and the boat comfortable. If you do it right, she feels almost frictionless. If you don’t, you’ll swear the ocean’s turned to glue.
Let’s get the boat moving and keep her moving.