Lost in time

Yesterday was another of those wonderful times among the trees and leaves that float to the grass beneath, covering the fairways with sprinkles of orange, brown and red doing what they do best, hiding my golf ball. Now that, of course, depends on whether I swing correctly and make that little white ball fly straight toward the fairway. Being a value golfer, that is getting more hits for my money, I usually find my way into the trees and tall grasses that line the open plains of boring hits. It was a wonderful time with the weather playing the most important role, clouds mixed with sunshine, a breeze mixed with gale force winds, and a temperature that allowed unencumbered short sleeve swings. In a day filled with interaction to the brim with people, these fours hours serve as a retreat for my soul. Oh sure, my friend, needs some care, but that is no problem at all. I think of a time I to may require the care and concern of a younger friend. I think of why we are here. I think how sad it would be, if we did not care. The early morning breakfast with another friend, then teach a room full of adults in the evening, people, people, people, for someone who likes those times alone, I sure filled the day with others. I am not sure at times, if I am not in the midst of change. Becoming one who enjoys the idea of being with others, then I recover my senses, and shake off that idea.