Imagine the blue sky cutting the end of hole seven.
The light breeze that tests your temper. You place the tee and the ball with care. The grass is as you like it. You look sideways at the flag that crowns the hole.
You choose the right stick. You hold it in your hands as if it were an extension of your own arms. You tense all the muscles, you look again for a few seconds at the hole. You breathe deeply.
And then you hit the ball hard leaving it very close to the hole. You feel good.
You feel free. You want to stay in your paradise forever.
