Crossing the Atlantic Ocean kind of feels like floating on a cloud, moving across a dense, hazy landscape. You don’t see the beginning nor the end and the days all feel connected, merging into one very long day instead of several individual ones. You can’t see much, but sometimes when the sun breaks through the fog, the blurred lines take shape. Shifting the days from consecutive similarity like the ocean itself, to crystal-clear night skies.

In other words, crossing the Atlantic Ocean feels like a dreamy dream, shifting your mind into this sedative, meditative state.

A pretty unique and cool feeling, if you ask me.