No point calling these posts "great sentence of the week" anymore - now they are coming out less than monthly.
Anyway... this is the very first sentence of Temple's Broken Shore. Simple, but stunning. You can almost feel the temperature of that wind...
Cashin walked around the hill, into the wind from the sea. It was cold, late autumn, last glowing leaves clinging to the liquidambers and maples his great-grandfather's brother had planted, their surrender close.
