Secrets, wind and trees

I stayed up way late drinking with my friend Green. Bean had wilted earlier in the night, that woman has no idea how to pace herself. As Green and I soaked up all traces of alcohol in the house, I suddenly felt the need to share an embarrassing secret with him. After I had unburdened, Green looked at me, well he tried, he found it hard to focus, and said, "You are a freak! That, is so fucking funny!"
"I know," said I, "that's why I had to tell you. But you've got to promise not to tell a soul, except Bean, it's OK to tell Bean."
"Of course!" nodded Green.
At the sight of him nodding and sitting cross-legged on my sofa, I blurted,
"You look like Buddha when you nod like that. Oh shit, sorry that was meant to stay in my head."

The following day, Green, Bean and I spent the afternoon with friends. After the most fantastic vegie burgers, we took a walk down to the beach at the front of the property (see pic below). It was one of those languid summer days, where you laze in the shade after eating, and you can hardly hear your own thoughts above the cicada buzz. We lay on the beach, talking about nothing and everything. The conversation gradually fell away as the cicadas droned on. I was on the verge of sleep, when Green decided that it was the appropriate moment to spill the gem of a secret he had been entrusted with the night before.

I lay with my hat over my face until the laughter of my friends subsided, then I sat up ready to reprimand Green. I looked at him, and there he was sitting cross-legged, nodding like Buddha as he says,
"If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees." At which point I pissed myself laughing, and had to go for a swim.