Time to go to sea ;-) (Melville, Kristoferson, Cash)

The weather here is depressingly damp and drizzly and being November, when we get a spell like this it always brings to mind this portion of the opening of Moby Dick:
Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing [...]