The young man looked at him and laughed. He needed no explanations. The girl beside him, her hair untied, her eyes shining, her warm skin freckled by the sun, she was all the explanation he needed.

The man shook his head. He walked away slowly, leaning on his stick. With his shaggy white hair and his dark robe, he looked like some old patriarch. The couple, barefoot, hand in hand, looked at one another, and smiled.