Yesterday, the temperature hit the lows 60s. Today's forecast calls for upper 60s. So after some 50 and even 40 degree days, it feels like Spring again. It's even warm enough to take off the jacket and whack a few balls around the driving range. I did that in the hour before sunset last night.
It's nice to be back outside taking some swings. As often as I practice, I figure it will take me a thousand years to make the PGA Tour, but that's okay. Sometimes the swing is on, sometimes it's not. I'm looking to enjoy the time, the landscape, perhaps one of these days, I'll break 100. August of last year was the first time I was on a course and my low score for eighteen holes is 132--there's a ways to go.
Still that leaves room for growth, especially when the ball doesn't go straight and in the air and I want to cuss at myself. There's a bit of room for growth and there's a lot to see. Especially sunset as the clouds in the western horizon turn orange and lavendar and drift behind the form of a train station lit for night--always something to see.
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