bowtiedgolfer
June 03, 2026
As the final flecks of pollen drift toward the ground, the familiar smell of Summer fills my nostrils. It smells like warm days on the golf course.
June 1st has always been a happy day. It once marked the penultimate week of school, ushering in thoughts of freedom and long days devoid of homework. It also marked the beginning of the quick march to my birthday…