I waited on the bow of Norwegian Dawn for departure, and for sunset. Standing next to me were new acquaintances, Kate and Daniel, charming and inquisitive young people. Daniel had his camera and was hoping for a sunset. Kate was doubtful that the clouds would part and give these two nearby photographers a spectacular sunset. I have shot a ton of sunsets, in hundreds of locations, even on black-and-white film. Sometimes the sunset is spectacular, even if my photo fails to capture the glory. I have always waited in hope that this time would be incredibly awesome. But I admit that this evening I was doubtful, too, that the heavy overcast would surrender to the setting sun. It had rained all day, from the time we boarded the bus in Portland, Maine, through our arrival at South Boston Station to the short, but wet, walk to the pier provided by the gracious city bus driver who went beyond her scheduled stop. As we watched, there was a hint of a golden line that might get better at the right time. But it wasn't happening. And then the ship began to move away from the pier, further away from Boston Harbor. Daniel and Kate gave up on the sunset and bid farewell as they went to their cabin. I stayed on the bow, caught in the excitement of seeing the night skyline of Boston from the ship. I wasn't disappointed in the scene nor the image I captured. The adventure was just beginning.