The golf cart that drove me to Carricitos at walking speed

The sun was heavy on the path to Carricitos that afternoon. A man in a golf cart stopped, said, get in, and drove me the last kilometer at a walking pace so I could look at the water. He dropped me at the sand, refused money, and told me there was a spot behind the rocks with less wind. There was. I sat there for two hours. I did not see him again. I think about the cart's speed. It was the exact speed of a kindness.