I’m wondering if the secret to avoiding the wind might be to go later in the day. Last night maybe an hour before sunset it was just perfect. No wind to speak of and pleasantly cool, but not cold. Then again it could have been pure coincidence.
We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. It seems only the old are able to sit next to one another and not say anything and still feel content. The young, brash and impatient, must always break the silence. It is a waste, for silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook