Post by RebelXD on Feb 21, 2004 1:06:23 GMT -5
I thought that I should preface this essay with a humorous essay about my golfing foibles. If you didn't read it, as most people probably didn't then maybe you should, because this has a little to do with it. If you aren't reading this, then shame on you.
I'm really at a loss for where to begin, so maybe I better begin at the begining. I was playing golf, it was a warm summer day at my home course, and I was by myself as I often was. I was at the 17th tee, and I hit my shot. It came up a little short, so I walked along the cart path toward the green. I came around a corner, and over by the woods I saw a tawny shape out of the corner of my eye. I thought a dog had gotten onto the course through a hole in the fence or something. No, it was a fox. He was beautiful. He was a reddish-orange color, with black boots, and white on his tale. And he just stood there. And we looked at each other. He looked me right in the eyes. He seemed to understand that I couldn't hurt him and wouldn't have even if I could have. And after what had been 1 minute or maybe more, he turned and slowly trotted into the woods. I bogeyed the hole and never saw the fox again.
And now you're thinking, what the hell, who cares? It's just a fox. And maybe so, cause I've seen deer and even a coyote on that course. But the fox was different. It was like he was, I don't know, like he was more real or something. That sounds corny as hell, but it was true. That was 3 years ago, but it was like it was just yesterday. I couldn't tell you what I had for dinner two days ago, but that fox is burned into my memory. And I'm at a loss for why. Maybe it was because the lighting was just right, or because I was alone, or because it was summer. I don't know what it was for sure. It was special because it was so incredibly mundane in a way. But at the risk of sounding lame-o, the fox and I shared something there. I cannot put into words just what or how, but it's true. That was a good moment in my life, one of the best. Sad, oh yeah, but true.
I'm really at a loss for where to begin, so maybe I better begin at the begining. I was playing golf, it was a warm summer day at my home course, and I was by myself as I often was. I was at the 17th tee, and I hit my shot. It came up a little short, so I walked along the cart path toward the green. I came around a corner, and over by the woods I saw a tawny shape out of the corner of my eye. I thought a dog had gotten onto the course through a hole in the fence or something. No, it was a fox. He was beautiful. He was a reddish-orange color, with black boots, and white on his tale. And he just stood there. And we looked at each other. He looked me right in the eyes. He seemed to understand that I couldn't hurt him and wouldn't have even if I could have. And after what had been 1 minute or maybe more, he turned and slowly trotted into the woods. I bogeyed the hole and never saw the fox again.
And now you're thinking, what the hell, who cares? It's just a fox. And maybe so, cause I've seen deer and even a coyote on that course. But the fox was different. It was like he was, I don't know, like he was more real or something. That sounds corny as hell, but it was true. That was 3 years ago, but it was like it was just yesterday. I couldn't tell you what I had for dinner two days ago, but that fox is burned into my memory. And I'm at a loss for why. Maybe it was because the lighting was just right, or because I was alone, or because it was summer. I don't know what it was for sure. It was special because it was so incredibly mundane in a way. But at the risk of sounding lame-o, the fox and I shared something there. I cannot put into words just what or how, but it's true. That was a good moment in my life, one of the best. Sad, oh yeah, but true.
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