Golf Courses

Golf courses are beautiful to look at. Green vistas in a blasted world. Birds twittering all about. Growls, hums and whirring sounds from traffic streaming by. Children screaming and laughing. A shiny ball watched suspiciously by a couple of crows. Electric carts, a quick margarita, a five wood. Where else will you see bright green plaid shorts and red shoes? What a bunch of fine forms. The course is speckled with white sand traps, responsible for the loss of many a golfer. White chairs and white tents and people getting married in the conventional style. But I think it's the trees. And the rolling hilly vistas down the course.  A world within a world of care and worry. A place to forget, for a while and just listen. The occasional expletive elicits an empathic smile. Bright colors in this world belie the garish anonymity of the world outside. A little way station on the way back to Purgatory. A little rest before the war resumes.