An hand on the balcony guard of the room, the other holding a comforting hot coffee, the golfer awakes little by little by looking at the maintenance crew preparing the course for the splendid day which is announced by the first gleams of the day. The sky without clouds gets rid gradually of the influence of the night; the odor of the wet grass being cut has the effect of a stimulant for the spirit.
After an energizing shower and a well-balanced breakfast, it is time to start the pre-round ritual at the driving range. After having heated well the muscles which will be requested as of the first swing, the golfer is fine tuning the shots which will be useful for him to satisfy its thirst for a perfect round. The sun makes already promises of a steamy day. Then, it's time to go to the practice green, the tee time approaches…
Standing in the center of the tee-off, the addict, driver in hand, take the time to look at the paradisiac scene which is offered to him. The grass of a bright green undulates lustfully to the rhythm of a soft and tepid breeze, some birds converses calmly between them, being answered in turn of a musical air worthy of the best composers. The dew rises in the air of the morning in a discrete vapor. Far away, the flag is agitated timidly on an inviting green. It doesn’t miss anything more that this immaculate white ball in the center of the fairway…
No matter the final result of these rounds, this day will be perfect. Thirty-six holes of pleasure. The air will be pure, the sun warm and the environment magic. Some shots will start an intense feeling of pride; others will poke the determination to do better; always better. In the course of the day, the wind will take intensity and will gain some battles. The clouds will be formed, will meet, become tinted of a threatening black and will let escape deaf rumblings and more intense flashes the ones than the others…
One day, a golf addict with whom I shared pleasant moments on a splendid course, answered me, whereas I worried about the storm which arrived:
- What can it arrived to me? I am here, playing the sport which I like so much, I am likely in paradise! And if the lightning were to strike me… well I’ll continue to play golf for eternity! What better can I ask for?
Leaving the shelter after this quick but intense storm have erased the traces of the missed shots, the golfer contemplates the radiant blue of a sky still charged with a bit of moisture. The powerful rays of the sun temporarily transform the course into sauna. Water streams valiantly towards the lakes and the drains to again allow the tenants of the course to continue their round. The blue jays have fun trying to catch each other’s. A little further, a group of parrots are agitated in a tree and chattering all at the same time. The grass gets slightly shaken by the breeze of a wind calming again and is gilded idly with the sun. Putter in hand; the golfer takes again possession of the course.
This superb day of golf now supplemented, the golf addict is offered pleasant moments with friends to discuss as well as the last round than the next one. The evening will be fulfill with an excellent meal, laughter and relaxing moments before getting ready to give up in the arms of Morpheus.
Standing on the balcony of the room, both hands posed on the guard, the golfer looks at the starry sky on an opaque black bottom and smells the breeze smelling happiness. He throws a last contemplative glance on the whole of this sleeping course while being promised to do even better the following day; to enjoy even more the moment.
Outstretched on the comfy bed, he has a last thought before falling asleep. Thank you my God for the splendid day and if I must be recalled to you tomorrow, made that I would be on the course…
Andy
