Morning With Golf

The Perfect Shot

“Achieve some perfection yourself, so that you may not fall into sorrow by seeing the perfection in others.”

Rumi

In the hushed reverence of a crisp morning, as dew still clings to blades of grass and the horizon blushes with the first light, the golfer stands. Poised in a moment teetering between silence and celebration, a perfect golf shot is not merely a demonstration of skill, but a profound expression of artistry and precision that resonates far beyond the greens.

The impact of an excellent shot in golf transcends the physical dimensions of distance and accuracy. It is a visceral experience, a ballet of physics and finesse that can elevate the spirit of the player and onlookers alike. For the golfer, the journey to this apex of performance is often a labyrinthine path riddled with frustration and fleeting triumphs. Yet, the moment when iron or wood perfectly meets the ball is a confluence of all elements—mental acuity, physical dexterity, and perhaps a whisper of fortune—that aligns with the cosmos.

This confluence begins with the swing—a harmonious arc that is both an echo of practice and a whisper of instinct. The body’s mechanics engage in a dance, muscles and mind syncing to create a motion that is both fluid and precise. The sound that follows—the crisp, satisfying thwack—reverberates through the course, a clarion call that something momentous has transpired. It is the sound of potential unleashed, sending the ball soaring across a cerulean sky, a small white orb cutting through the air with determined grace. As the ball arcs beautifully towards its target, the world seems to hold its breath. The trajectory holds promises, not merely of a well-played hole but of the potential encapsulated within every golfer—the possibility of perfection made manifest. It is a demonstration of control over the small, yet uncontrollable, elements of wind and weather, of turf and terrain. Each excellent shot reinforces the golfer’s resolve, embedding a deeper love for the game, and a chase for the elusive perfect round.

Beyond the individual experience, an excellent shot has a ripple effect that permeates the entirety of the golfing community. It becomes a tale recounted in clubhouses, a benchmark for fellow players, and sometimes, a legendary moment that defines tournaments and careers. For spectators, witnessing such a shot is both a thrill and an inspiration. It is a reminder that mastery is achievable in fleeting moments, capturing the collective imagination and sparking dreams of similar glory.

Moreover, these moments of brilliance contribute to the cultural tapestry of golf. They weave into the history of the sport, moments like Tiger Woods’ chip-in at the 16th hole of the 2005 Masters, or the “Duel in the Sun” between Tom Watson and Jack Nicklaus in 1977. Each shot adds to the lore, the shared heritage that every golfer contributes to, each swing at a time.

Thus, an excellent golf shot, in its immediate glory, impacts more than the scorecard. It is a moment of pure joy and absolute precision that can inspire, influence, and invigorate the golfer and the global golfing community. It is a poignant reminder of the beauty of sports—a single, splendid moment where talent, preparation, and luck intersect, leaving behind a legacy that resonates through the ages.

“Only from the heart can you touch the sky.”

Rumi

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel.

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

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Yoga or Golf

“I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my soul.”

Rumi

In the calm embrace of dawn, where the first light delicately caresses the earth, two distinct worlds unfold, each offering its own path to enlightenment and mastery. Yoga and golf, though seemingly disparate, share a profound connection in their pursuit of harmony, balance, and inner peace. These practices, one ancient and the other relatively modern, invite their followers into realms where the physical and the mental converge in a delicate dance.

“It takes an athlete to dance, but an artist to be a dancer.”

Shanna LeFleur

Yoga, with its roots steeped in millennia of tradition, is a sanctuary for the soul. It is a journey inward, where each breath is a step towards self-discovery and tranquility. The mat becomes a sacred space, a microcosm of the universe where every posture is a prayer, every stretch a hymn to the body’s potential. In the stillness of a yoga session, one can hear the whispers of the self, the quiet murmurings of the mind finding its rhythm in the flow of asanas. It is here, in the gentle embrace of poses, that the practitioner finds not just physical flexibility, but a profound stillness that resonates within.

“Yoga takes us to the present moment, the only place where life exists.”

Ellen Brenneman

In contrast, the lush, rolling greens of a golf course beckon with a different kind of serenity. The sport of golf, with its emphasis on precision and concentration, offers a canvas where the mind’s focus is as crucial as the body’s movement. Each swing is a testament to the harmony between muscle memory and mental clarity. The golfer stands poised, the world narrowing to the ball and the target, a moment suspended in time where everything aligns for that perfect shot. The satisfaction of a well-placed drive, the quiet triumph of a successful putt, these are the rewards of a sport that, like yoga, demands a meditative presence and a disciplined mind.

“No matter how good you get, you can always get better – – and that’s the exciting part.”

Tiger Woods

Yet, beneath these apparent differences, yoga and golf share a symbiotic relationship with nature. Yoga often finds its practitioners in serene studios or outdoor settings where the breath syncs with the natural world. The practice of grounding oneself, feeling the earth beneath, mirrors the golfer’s connection to the landscape. The golf course, with its meticulously manicured beauty, is a testament to the delicate balance between human ingenuity and the natural world. Here, every blade of grass, every undulation of the terrain, plays a role in the game, reminding the golfer of the intricate dance between man and nature.

The essence of yoga lies in its inward journey, a quest for self-awareness and inner peace. It is a personal voyage where the destination is the self, stripped of all pretenses, a return to a state of pure being. Golf, on the other hand, offers a more external challenge, yet it too demands a deep introspection. The golfer must confront not just the physical challenges of the course, but the mental ones as well. Each game is a reflection of the self, a mirror showing strengths and areas for growth.

In both yoga and golf, there is a profound respect for the journey. The yogi’s path is one of continual growth, a lifelong practice where each session brings new insights and deeper understanding. The golfer’s journey is similar, each round offering lessons, each game a step towards mastery. Both disciplines teach patience, perseverance, and the importance of staying present.

Bally’s Golf Links at Ferry Point, Bronx, New York

In short, yoga and golf, though different in their practice and approach, offer a shared promise: the quest for balance, harmony, and peace. Whether one is finding stillness in a downward dog or focus, in a perfect drive, both paths lead to a deeper connection with oneself and the world. They are reminders that in the pursuit of mastery, whether of the mind or the game, the true victory lies in the journey itself.

Safar main Dhoop

Chitra Singh

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, YouTuber. Conservationist.

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The Ascent

“Beauty surrounds us, but usually, we need to be walking in a garden to know it.”

Rumi

Nestled amidst the tranquil embrace of the Margalla Hills, the Margalla Greens Golf & Country Club in Islamabad stands as a testament to nature’s magnificence and man’s aspiration to harmonize with it. This verdant sanctuary is not merely a golf course; it is a symphony of green, a tapestry woven from the threads of rolling fairways, ancient trees, and whispering winds. Here, every blade of grass seems to sing a song of serenity, and every stroke of the club is a dance with the earth’s heartbeat.

The journey to Margalla Greens is akin to a pilgrimage, a soulful quest to a place where time itself appears to slow, allowing one to savor each moment. As one approaches, the sight of the Margalla Hills rising majestically against the azure sky is a sight to behold. These ancient sentinels, clad in a green mantle, seem to guard the secrets of the land, their presence both humbling and inspiring.

Stepping onto the course, one is immediately struck by the meticulous care with which nature and human hands have collaborated. The fairways, like emerald rivers, flow gracefully through the landscape, leading golfers on a journey of discovery. Each hole is a chapter in a story, with its unique challenges and vistas, inviting players to engage not only their skills but also their senses. The greens, soft and inviting, are canvases waiting for the brushstrokes of the players’ ambitions.

The trees, those silent witnesses to countless rounds of golf, stand tall and proud, their leaves rustling in applause with every swing. These sentinels of nature offer both shade and challenge, their branches framing the sky like the arches of a cathedral. The flowers, in their myriad hues, add splashes of color, turning the course into a living, breathing painting that changes with the seasons.

As the sun traverses the sky, casting its golden glow over the landscape, Margalla Greens transforms. The morning dew glistens like a million diamonds, each drop a tiny mirror reflecting the promise of the day. The afternoon light casts long shadows, creating a play of light and dark that is both dramatic and soothing. And as dusk approaches, the course is bathed in a soft, amber glow, a gentle reminder of the day’s end and the promise of another dawn.

The club itself is a haven of comfort and elegance, where the warmth of hospitality blends seamlessly with the cool, refreshing ambiance. The clubhouse, with its panoramic views of the course and the hills beyond, is a place to reflect, to celebrate, and to dream. Here, stories of great games and near misses are shared over cups of tea and glasses of refreshing drinks, the camaraderie of the sport as palpable as the gentle breeze that wafts through.

Margalla Greens Golf & Country Club is more than a destination; it is an experience, a retreat into a world where nature and sport coexist in perfect harmony. It is a place where the soul finds solace, where the spirit soars, and where the heart beats in time with the rhythm of the land. It is a sanctuary, a poem written in green, where every visit is a stanza, and every memory a verse.

In the heart of Islamabad, where the city’s pulse meets nature’s embrace, Margalla Greens stands as a tribute to the beauty of the earth and the joy of the game. Here, amidst the whispering winds and the rustling leaves, one finds not just a golf course, but a symphony of nature, a timeless masterpiece that sings of serenity, beauty, and grace.

“Climbing to the 7th green at Margalla Greens feels like venturing to another realm.”

Ahsan Jamil

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, YouTuber. Conservationist.

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Rising to the Occasion

“Your light is more magnificent than the sunrise.”

Rumi

The first blush of dawn kisses the sky, and PAF Skyview Golf Course Lahore awakens to the promise of a new day. The sun, a fiery chalice of light, spills its golden essence across the tranquil grounds, painting every dewdrop and blade of grass with a luminous sheen.The horizon, a shade of soft pinks and warm yellows, heralds the morning with a quiet majesty, whispering the birth of possibilities. The night’s slumber lifts gently, unveiling the course in all its glory—a landscape meticulously sculpted to mirror the contours of nature herself.

Here, the fairways stretch towards the horizon, a vibrant green carpet unfurling beneath the sun’s burgeoning glow. Each rolling hill and gentle slope, a testament to the artistry of design, complements the natural beauty that cradles this verdant haven.

“A night can never defeat a sunrise.”

Sumit Sharma

Silhouettes of early risers, the day’s first golfers, emerge against the pastel sky, their forms casting elongated shadows that dance rhythmically to the cadence of the rising sun. The tranquil waters on the course, now aglow, ripple softly as if to celebrate the morning’s arrival, reflecting the nascent light like a mirror to the heavens.

This is a place where the pulse of the earth can be felt with every tee-off, where the symphony of life is played in the whispers of the wind, the rustle of leaves, and the distant chirp of awakening birds. As dawn unfurls its golden banners over the course, each moment is a silent ode to the beauty of beginnings, to the eternal cycle of night to day, of endings to fresh starts.

As the day burgeons, the air fills with the scent of fresh grass, a crispness that invigorates the soul. It’s a sacred hour at PAF Skyview, where the serenity of nature’s morning rhapsody becomes a backdrop to the strokes and strides of those who walk its paths, a reminder that every day holds the promise of a new stroke, a fresh shot, a chance to play once more under the vast, embracing sky.

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PAF Skyview Golf Club

Google

Images

Athar Ahmad

Eyaz Riaz

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel.

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Namli Maira Waterfalls

“Soul, a moving river.

Body, the riverbed.”

Rumi

In the heart of Nathiagali, Abbottabad there is a landscape sculpted by the artistry of the elements. Where the earth whispers ancient secrets through the rustling grass, time seems to pause, and nature composes its most heartfelt symphony. This is a scene where the power of water, grandeur of the pines, cedar, oak walnut, maple trees, and the gentleness of flowers collide in a beautiful paradox. A place that instigates romantic tales. It spins the threads of nature’s finest moments.

A cascade of pristine waters tumbles down with a grace that belies its strength, a waterfall that has danced through the ages, carving its story into the stoic rock. It’s a ballet of relentless motion, a rush of white foam that fills the air with the sweet music of flowing water. The vibrant green blankets the landscape that stretches up to the tops of a series of mountains. The colossal guardians touch clouds eight thousand feet above.

“Your fragrance is always with me.”

Rumi

At the foot of this tall waterfall, where the mist kisses the earth, there blooms a cluster of delicate flowers. The aroma of daisies, clematis, himalayan indigos, and many more that I don’t recognize add to the scents.They are like drops of sunlight captured in petals, their buttery yellows a stark, joyful contrast to the deep grays and lush greens that dominate the scene. These flowers are not just mere spectators to the majesty of the waterfall; they are an integral part of the landscape, a gentle reminder of the softness that exists even in the midst of such raw power. They whisper of love’s tender touch amidst the grandeur of passion, of the small moments that are easily overlooked but are, in essence, the foundation of all that is beautiful and enduring. On top of that, the momentary breeze loaded with the perfume of the self-grown cannabis like shrubs, instigates you to sit on a stone and take a deep breath. Although it is not intoxicating, nothing stops you from taking an imaginary trip.

As the waterfall sings its eternal song, it seems to perform just for these blooms, showering them with a spray that makes their petals glisten like stars on the earth. The flowers, in turn, offer their sweet fragrance to the breeze, a gift to the water that enlivens them. This is a dance of give and take, a balance between the forces of nature that is both inspiring and humbling.

The couples who wander to this spot, hands entwined and hearts beating in unison, the flowers serve them as a symbol of their own blossoming relationship. Each petal represents the layers of their bond, the experiences shared, and the growth yet to come. The water’s strength mirrors the courage it takes to love, to open one’s heart fully to another, and the mountain’s stature echoes the steadfastness of true companionship.

In this serene corner of the world, love finds a mirror in the wild. The flowers do not simply grow; they thrive because of the waterfall’s might, just as love flourishes with the challenges and triumphs shared between two souls. To witness such a scene is to see the poetry of the universe laid bare, a sonnet of water, stone, and bloom that sings of the enduring legacy of romance.

As the day wanes and the sky dresses in hues of twilight, the flowers seem to hold the last light within their petals, a beacon for lovers and dreamers alike. And there, in the embrace of nature’s grandeur, the language of love is spoken without words, in the silent understanding between the bloom and the fall, in the tranquil beauty of this secluded haven where the flowers dance softly to the symphony of the waterfall.

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Galiyat Development Authority

Google

Rashid Ahmad local guide

Chat GPT

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel.

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: Golfaij.com

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Whispers of Winter

“I am a mountain. You call, I echo.”

Rumi.

In the heart of winter, when the days shrink and the nights freeze, still in the outdoors lies a beauty so profound yet often overlooked. It’s on a quiet fairway, nestled between a gentle hill and a tranquil lake, where the sky opens up in a grand display of colors, reminding us of the poetry that exists in nature’s simplest forms. There, in the lap of Sunset Valley Golf Course, our journey begins on a winter afternoon that whispers tales of serenity and reflection.

The sky, a canvas of the gods, stretches wide and far above. In the arms of the afternoon, it’s a masterpiece of blues and purples, colors blending in a dance that celebrates the closing of a day. The setting sun, in its final act of splendor, paints the horizon with strokes of orange and red, a fiery contrast to the coolness of the season. It’s as though the heavens are reaching down, gracing the earth with warmth.

“The sky is a dome of sweet, endless blue.”

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Below this celestial mural lies the hill, an ancient guardian watching over the landscape. Its slopes, covered with leafless trees, kissing the moving clouds, creating a scene of untouched purity. The hill stands as a testament to the enduring beauty of the natural world, unyielding and majestic.

“Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.”

Emily Brontë.

Adjacent to the hill, the lake mirrors the sky, capturing the heavens’ beauty in its still waters. It is a silent observer, a body of tranquility amidst the chill of winter. The lake, with its icy surface, reflects the world’s beauty above, creating a symphony of light and color that mesmerizes and calms the soul.

And then, there are the golfers, tiny figures against the vastness of this landscape, adding a touch of life to the otherwise still winter scene. They move with a quiet determination, their swings rhythmic and smooth, each stroke in harmony with nature. These game enthusiasts find solace in the fairway, a respite from the hustle of everyday life. In their presence, the course comes alive, a playground for those who seek joy in the simplicity of a well-played game.

“In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.”

John Muir.

This winter afternoon on the fairway is more than just a moment in time; it’s a celebration of life and the enduring beauty of nature. It’s a scene that inspires poets and artists, a spectacle that captivates the heart and soothes the soul. In the quiet, in the cold, there is a warmth that emanates from the earth, a reminder of the enduring beauty that surrounds us.

As the day comes to a close and the shadows grow longer, the sky, the hill, the lake, and the fairway merge into a single, breathtaking panorama. It’s a scene that stays with us, a memory etched in our hearts, a reminder of the beauty that lies in the quiet, often overlooked moments of life. In this winter landscape, we find a peace that surpasses understanding, a joy that lingers long after the sun has set.

“Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson.

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Trees

“If the foot of the tree were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me..For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.”

Rumi

The majestic dance of leaves in the gentle breeze, the tender embrace of roots in the earth, the silent symphony of growth—trees stand as living testaments to nature’s enduring love story with our planet. Planting a tree is like writing a love letter to the Earth, a promise of hope and a pledge for a greener tomorrow. Each sapling is a sonnet of potential, a whispering muse that speaks of life, resilience, and continuity.

In the romantic canvas of nature, trees are the brushstrokes that paint the skies with life. They weave a tapestry of green that drapes over the blue planet, guardians in the crusade against the carbon that threatens to veil our world in a shroud of warming gases. Imagine, if you will, a tree for every year—a growing legacy, a chronicle of commitment to the embrace of our shared home.

“Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky,”

Khalil Gibran.

We plant these poems in the soil and watch as they reach up to etch their stories into the heavens, drawing down the carbon and gifting us breath in return. Each year that we welcome a new tree into the world, we compose another verse in this grand, ongoing epic of restoration and love.Let us not forget that this is a romance that requires nurturing. The young sapling, with its fledgling branches reaching out for the sun’s caress, needs our tender care. It asks for the kiss of water, the shield against the biting cold or scorching heat, the protection from the ravenous creatures that may seek to nibble its nascent leaves. And what of the pictures that accompany this story? Envision, if you dare, the stately row of pines, sentinels of strength, standing firm against the backdrop of a cerulean sky. Or perhaps the solitary oak, its gnarled limbs telling tales of resilience and survival, a steadfast companion through the turning seasons.

“We plant trees not for ourselves, but for the future generations,”

Greek proverb.

Indeed, what could be more romantic than sowing seeds that will grow into monuments of beauty long after we are gone? Trees are our legacy, the breath of our children’s children, the shade under which future loves will be confessed.Planting a tree is to engage in the most profound act of optimism, an unspoken belief in tomorrow. We must commit to this simple yet profound act.

“I am the hummingbird; I will do the best I can.”

Wangari Maathai.

If we try to do as the hummingbird does, the earth will reverberate with the beating of billions of wings, a chorus of growth, a symphony of renewal.

We should pledge to plant our trees, our annual sonnets to the earth, and watch with wonder and affection as they grow, reducing carbon emissions, yes, but also nurturing the very soul of our world.

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Google

ChatGPT

Paramus Golf Club

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, Photographer, Rebel. YouTuber.

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: Golfaij.com

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The Approach Shot

“It took me seventeen years to get me three thousand hits in baseball. It took me one afternoon on the golf course.”

Hank Aron

In the grand tapestry of golf, a sport steeped in tradition and whispered reverences, there exists a stroke of such pivotal importance that it can elevate the humblest amateur to the ranks of the demigods, or cast down the mightiest pro to the realm of mere mortals. This stroke, dear friend, is none other than the approach shot, a balletic interplay of skill, strategy, and a soupçon of audacity.

Imagine, the fairway as a verdant stage upon which the drama of golf unfolds. The tee-off, a brash overture, has set the scene. The ball, now resting demurely at a tantalizing distance from the green, awaits its next dance. Enter the player, club in hand, a maestro poised to conduct an orchestra of elements.

The approach shot is no mere brute force affair. It is a delicate negotiation between power and precision, a test of one’s ability to thread the proverbial needle with a ball and club. One must read the lay of the land like a seasoned navigator, discerning the whispers of the wind, the undulations of the turf, and the secrets held by the sand traps and water hazards that lurk with a villain’s glee.

One must remember, in golf, as in life, there’s a fine line between ambition and folly. Consider the golfer who, in a fit of overzealousness, sends the ball soaring over the green, a classic Icarian blunder. Or the cautious soul who, trembling at the thought of the water hazard, underplays their hand, leaving the ball woefully short. Ah, the tragicomedy of golf!

Now, picture the moment of truth. One stands, a solitary figure against the expanse of the course, the afternoon sun casting a halo upon this high priestess of the green. The swing is a study in controlled grace, the club slicing through the air with the elegance of a maestro’s baton. There is a moment, just a heartbeat, where time seems to pause, suspended on the tip of anticipation.

Then, contact! The ball takes flight, a tiny white comet arcing through the sky, defying gravity with a cheeky spin. The player watches, perhaps uttering a silent prayer to the patron saints of golf. The ball lands, a gentle kiss upon the green, and rolls with a purpose, stopping just a whisper away from the hole.

The fellow flight mates jump in a gentle applause. The golfer, with a nod to the gods of golf, tips the hat in acknowledgment. The approach shot, executed with such artful precision, has set the stage for a putt of glory. Despite their rarity in the rounds I partake in, such moments of glory are cherished.

Let’s acknowledge that the approach shot, like a fine wine or a Rumi’s poem, is something to be savored, dissected, and ultimately, celebrated. It is a dance of physics and finesse, a tightrope walk between audacity and skill. And perhaps, in those moments of triumph or despair, we find a reflection of our own journeys, a reminder that life, much like golf, is a game best played with heart, humor, and a healthy dose of humility.

So, dear friend, next time you stand ready to execute your approach, remember: in the grand theater of golf, every stroke is a story, and you, the undoubted hero. Swing with gusto, aim with precision, and above all, enjoy the journey. For in the end, is that not what golf, and life, are all about?

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Google

Amazon

Golf Quotes

Images

Qamar Zaman

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, Photographer, Rebel. YouTuber.

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: Golfaij.com

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Autumn Golf in NYC

“Inside of us, there’s a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.”

Rumi

As the vibrant kaleidoscope of October hues envelops New York City, a different kind of enchantment unfurls on its golf courses. Here, amidst skyscrapers, the ebb and flow of urban life, fall bestows a transcendental canvas that beckons the soulful golfer.Imagine standing on the tee, the backdrop awash with the amber, ochre, and scarlet tapestry of deciduous trees. The crisp air carries whispers of past legends, each swing an echo of a timeless dance between human, ball, and nature. In this city of perpetual motion, autumn’s leisurely pace becomes a siren song, inviting all to partake in the ritualistic cadence of the game.

Golf, inherently poetic, finds its muse in the NYC autumn. The contrast is surreal: glittering steel edifices juxtaposed against sprawling greens burnished with the golds and auburns of the season. Each stroke becomes an artwork, the ball’s trajectory mimicking the falling leaves, both tracing arcs of beauty and impermanence.Golf courses such as Dyker Beach or Van Cortlandt Park don the fall attire with aplomb. The once lush fairways, now speckled with autumnal confetti, set a stage for a performance where golfers, inspired by their surroundings, seek to craft their own masterpieces.

And then there’s Central Park. Though not a golf course, its meadows and paths in autumn are reminiscent of the Scottish links. One can’t help but muse how a chip shot would feel amidst the golden canopy or how a putt might roll on the velvety blankets of fallen leaves.But beyond the visual tapestry, the sounds of autumn golf in NYC are equally mesmerizing. The muted thud of the club meeting the ball, the rustle of leaves underfoot, and the gentle hum of the city in the distance create a symphony, a harmonious blend of nature and metropolis.
As days shorten and shadows stretch, golf in the city’s embrace takes on a magical quality. The ethereal glow of the setting sun casts long silhouettes, the skyline bathed in soft pastels, making the golfer’s journey from tee to green feel like a dreamlike odyssey.

Golf in NYC during the fall is not merely a game. It’s an artistic sojourn, a celebration of the ephemeral beauty of life. As leaves descend and seasons change, it serves as a poignant reminder to cherish every swing, every moment, in the ever-changing tableau of time.

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Trump Golf Links Ferry Point.

Skyway Golf Course.

Google

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, Photographer, Rebel. YouTuber.

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: Golfaij.com

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