On Monday, Sandra and I played 9 holes of golf...in the rain...a steady rain...a cool rain. After several holes, you're wet and then you commit to playing...or you go home. In our case, we committed. The score almost doesn't matters, because the game becomes hitting some balls and finishing.
And we finished. Coming off the 9th green and heading towards the car, I, with my worst score ever on the course, rounded the corner of the clubhouse, and there! Darting and hovering. Darting and hovering in the air. The smallest of birds--a hummingbird.
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