Monday, the Back Nine

The Walk-Through

A Welsummer rooster in a sage green linen blazer over a cream cable-knit polo and khaki trousers walking along a manicured fairway at dawn, morning mist and golden light filtering through tall pine trees, pink and magenta azalea bushes lining the edge of the fairway

He walked the course the way one reads a letter a second time — not for information, but for emphasis. The azaleas were ahead of schedule, and he saw no reason to remark upon it.

6 April 2026

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