bowtiedgolfer
October 10, 2025
Morning mist clings to the fairway like a secret. The light is soft, the air quiet, and every sound carries a little more than you expect.
When you’re young, you rush through it. The scorecard matters more than the walk. You swing hard, chase distance, and curse the missed putt. But the older you get, the more the game slows down. You start to notice the sounds of the fauna, the flight of the birds overhead, the rustle of the leaves on a brisk Fall morning.