a day in January. At a coast in Maine. A woman sitting in a garden chair at the beach. It was maybe 20 degrees Fahrenheit (-7 C). The waves of the Atlantic Ocean are crashing onto the sand but strangely, there was not wind. Not a breeze. It should have been freezing out there, yet, it was surprisingly pleasant. I walked by, gazed at the ocean with a big smile in my face. When I turned around I smiled at the woman and just shrugged my shoulders. She did the same. Both of us understood the moment. It was good.