It's the end of a golfing afternoon. The fresh air and sunshine have been invigorating. The cart path leads back to the club house. The scorecard has been tallied. The day is almost over.
There is a quiet vesper atmosphere to the course some evenings. The rabbits and javenlinas venture onto the course. The shadows deepen. Distant mountains turn dusky purple. Most human intervention is gone. The coolness of the night steals over the desert and across the fairway.
There will be another day and another hole. But, for today, it is the last hole.
Copyright 2011
Wanda Hayes Eichler
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