Is it just a bad night or am I getting bad again?
When you’re traveling, you are what you are, right there and then. People don’t have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
It’s a marvelous thing, the ocean. For some reason when two people sit together looking out at it, they stop caring whether they talk or stay silent. You never get tired of watching it. And no matter how rough the waves get, you’re never bothered by the noise the water makes by the commotion of the surface - it never seems too loud, or too wild.
Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.