But there was something more satisfying, somehow, about doing it out here, where he could smell the salt of the air and feel the breeze. He smiled to himself, a small and secret smile, but nonetheless a little giddy for it.
Then he tipped his head back, and stared up at the wide expanse of sky.
He was careful not to stare at the sun, of course. He'd learned a long time ago that it was bad for your eyes to do that, and so he directed his gaze resolutely away from it.