Golf moment

On this extremely cold and chilly August morning, I can see the sun ready to
come up over the horizon. The feel of the cool breeze of refreshing air in my face and
smell of the clean and fresh cut grass from the newly mowed fairways. I can hear the
sounds of the crackling trees as the ferocious gusts of wind blow up against the trees as
they sway back and forth. I also can hear the echoing sound of golf balls being hit down
the driving range as they whiz through the air three hundred yards away. The sound of
traffic flying by the tee box as I’m ready to hit. I can hear the crackling and rumbling
noises from the motors of the golf carts as they drive along the gravel paths. Behind me I
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