Serenity

The sun is just cresting the horizon, a line of crimson still hugs the edge of the world. The trees still shiver from the night air and the grass is bent low with dew. there is something unexplainable about the feeling of a cool breeze on sun warmed skin. I set my Dunlop on his white perch and take up my driver...Today is going to be a wonderful day...I wish I had my band, although I can already hear the music.