What a wild day at Washtenaw Golf Club. I swear, it was like the world actually remembered how to be spring again. Trees? Budding like they had just discovered how, the grass was so green it almost felt suspicious. And hey, can we talk about that warm air? It was the kind of day that makes you forget winter even happened, y’know?
I wandered the course, letting it all sink in. Just look at the photos—if I ever figure out how to upload them properly. There’s something in them, not quite describable. Anyway, have you ever seen light filtering through trees and it’s like the universe is winking at you? Yeah, that.
And the trees, man, every single one was like, “Look at me, I’m blooming!” It’s the small things, right? Walking there made me weirdly nostalgic—not sure why I suddenly remembered my first golf game and the sheer terror of missing the ball entirely. Fun times.
So yeah, spring is here, and who knows? Maybe tomorrow it’ll snow. Michigan, am I right? But today? Today was one for the books, or at least the random musings of a wandering soul.
