sky of mottled grey
snow flakes flying through the air
wind that hurts my face
There is a local golf course that is always the first one to open every season. They even have a count down sign on the highway so driver’s passing by can share their enthusiasm for the start of golf season. It is a nice reminder, a beacon of hope that lurking under the mounds of snow lie tiny blades of grass waiting to be kissed by the warm, Spring sun.
I drove by that sign today and the magic number on the sign is 25 days to golf. I almost drove off the road I was laughing so hard. As I collected myself, I began to scan my surroundings. Mounds of snow still shroud anything that may slightly resemble a golf course and the temperature on my car thermometer was -12C.
Maybe the optimism of the course owner is misguided. Perhaps he knows something the rest of us do not. But I’m willing to bet that the sign proudly stating golf season will start in 25 days will say the same thing 25 days from now!