Sun On Your Face

Every year there are invitations to play in golf tourneys.

I don’t get a chance to play in many during the week, but yesterday I did...

...and didn’t play well for the 3rd time out in a row.

My back is bugging me.

But scores don’t matter much anyway...

...I enjoy looking around at the beauty, and I really enjoy the sun on my face.

It was a best ball tournament and we played 18 holes and parred each one.

Not a single birdie or bogey.

Dead even on the day.

Which is weird.

Our conversations were isolated to:

“Where’s my ball?”

“Good hit.”

“What the hell was that?”

As it should be.

And there’s nothing more beautiful than a good golf course. I always take one good look around when I’m playing.

Look up.

Look around.

See the beauty.

Feel the heat of the sun on your face...

...it’s gonna’ snow soon.

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