in the ethereal hours, just as dawn caresses the green, a cryptic silhouette can sometimes be seen initiating afresh a game of golf, a sport it dearly loved in life. this specter, bound by no specification of time, omits the worldly concerns that once tethered its spirit. its motions, prevenient of the morning breeze, carry a silent, positive message: even in the unseen world, there's joy in the continuation of passions.