Dewy but Humid
“The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.”
On this humid and oppressive morning in August, breathing itself seems to require effort. The leaves are still and the birds are silent. There is no one at the green fee counter. The golf course is empty and the tees are waiting to be struck. I am strolling gently along the paved path leading towards tee box one. Only the dim overhead light, the path and I are awake. Paths rarely sleep and lights sleep during the day. I have the privilege of sleeping or staying awake at any time; that’s the beauty of being a human. Everything under that blue sky has its own prerogative. That tree over there doesn’t go anywhere and everything it needs comes to it. Sunshine, water and air all reach the tree voluntarily or by the actions of someone, whom no one has seen. It welcomes all seasons, including autumn, with an open heart. From an axe to an ant, that tree serves them all. It’s a nursery for hatchlings and home for the birds. It's a shelter in the sizzling heat and provides wood for fire.
The golf course is no different. It can never be complete without trees. As trees are ornaments of the planet, so too are golf courses in a city. Though trees at the golf course are often viewed as hurdles, they always magnify the grandeur of the place. Some golfers get annoyed by the tall, thick trees. Others enjoy the beautiful symmetry of their lines.
Instead of blaming the hurdles and hazards in life, we should practice learning how to overcome them. The harder the journey, the wiser the passenger.
“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?”
In order to stay out of the tree lines and water hazards, a golfer needs to practice over and over. Practice consumes one, and it's boring, but one doesn’t learn without it. The jubilation of victory dwells in the sweat at the practice range.
Wood burns for fire and Tiger Woods boils for performance. I play golf in order to walk, but a part of me craves the square or under. Tree looks for chlorophyll and I look for my ball under it. The game goes on! Today’s blog is aimless in nature yet it is not a waste of time. Today’s weather is not so good for golf, but the weather mostly works against me anyway. It is my craze for golf that determines my round rains only interpret. Although it's the rain that I need the most today. The shower from the sky will turn this humid August into a misty September. We have had enough of the suffocation, the dampness and the mugginess for quite some time now.
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