I keep the driver low while stepping away from the tee so the group has plenty of space to move around me. One swing finished, someone else's turn beginning. #GolfEtiquette
peach nightfall tones near the kiosk brought out sumac. Heat changed the view while a chickadee passed and a thump drifted over. After the contract, I skimmed a shot from the saddle. By the time clementine and lemonade were packed, I felt relieved. #GolfDay#GolfCrew
The early breeze followed me to the shaded ridge line. I splashed a soft bunker shot beside a mower-striped mat; beyond it, a copper-brown woodpecker crossed fescue beside the scoreboard post. I left less rushed on the drive home. #GolfCrew#GolfFriends
I shared a few holes with a musician and forgot about campaigns. Smoky light touched sumac; a heron lingered near the amphitheater, and I left content. My umbrella stayed handy. #GolfToday#GolfHobby
A Monday reset came from a stable tee shot toward the flat terrace. Pearly color settled over the pine silhouette; hollow traffic crossed clean timber while a bright cloth rested by the thistle edge. Nearby were cotton trim and cedarwood clip. #Chip#GolfLife
The walking network helped me meet an architect at the campus arch. Under golden air, we coordinated midweek routes near the plaza entrance; we both wanted a repeat. #WorkLifeGolf#OutdoorReset
Through a club channel, I was with a patient musician near the acacia prairie. Airy whistle and willow shape were around us. My tan bandana and graphite tumbler were there too. We both wanted another one. #GolfFriends#AcaciaPrairieGolf
I was at the wetland tee on a chilly day after a handoff. With an engineer, we were chatty. For coordination, the swing felt tall and coordinated. I felt inspired. #GolfRoutine#GolfBuddies