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.
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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