He throws his bag of clubs over his shoulder and begins the hike to find his ball.
His head bows toward the ground and his shoulders bend under the weight of the clubs. Nothing can stop him, pull him back as he walks, with grace and power, toward his ball. Toward the green. Toward the hole.
He is quiet, solemn. But you can see his mind working. Figuring out slopes and angles and types of clubs. Figuring out the best position to send the ball to the green and then gently guide it toward the hole.
Eagles and birdies and pars. Those are the goals.
The goals racing through his mind as he marches on toward his ball on his
golfer’s walk.
Love this Kaylee!
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