A Crisp Morn

A fine dew lay on the grass with an overcast sky above. The break of daylight barely glowing through the clouds in the early morning hour. As I breathe deep, then exhale the freshly taken breath, I look down the fairway of the the 1st hole at Forrest Crossing golf course in Franklin, TN. With the sweet song of birds echoing around me, I step up to the first tee, place my ball and address.



After a finely hit first drive of the round, I proceeded down the fairway, welcomed by a light rain that began to fall. Most golfers would frown at the thought of rain, but I, in fact, delight in it. That is of course if the rain remains light as not to ruin my round of golf. It is for some reason that I tend to play golf much better under these conditions. When the sun is blazing, and the air is thick, it gets quite uncomfortable being on the course for hours without shade. However, with the cool air and light rain, there is something very comfortable about playing. It seems as if playing in those conditions would be as if I were playing in Ireland or Scotland, two places I wish to play golf before I perish.



This day, I had an extra good round of golf. There were certainly a few shots that I would have liked to eliminate, but I suppose that is why I do not play as a professional on the PGA tour. During this round at Forrest Crossing, I shot a modest 89. I was rather pleased at one point that I had a streak of 4 holes that I shot par, and I had several birdie putts. It is amazing to me that the stroke of my 300 yard drive, counts as much as the stroke of my 2 inch putt.



When playing golf, if certainly allows you to have utter respect for the likes of Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson, and Vijay Singh. Their level of talent is unsurpassed and simply proves just how much practice it takes to make it to their level.