Tonight we are going on an adventure that initially you may regard as foolish.  None the less I will press forward.  We arrive at an incredible resort; everything is blue ribbon from the moment our Lexus pulls into the courtyard.  No need to lift a bag as they’ve already been placed in our suite.  The staff knows our names and welcomes us as if royalty.  The bellhop escorts us to our front door and wands it open with keycard.  The main living area is exceptional, outfitted with the finest in case goods, upholstery, draperies, and flooring.  The far wall is glass across the width of the room and looks out over tropical mountains, beaches and an emerald green gold course.  Yes golf course.  You lost on a bet, the nature of which escapes me, and consented to play one round with me.  We treat ourselves to a king’s luncheon, served on our balcony.  As we plunge lumps of freshly grilled lobster into pools of clarified butter, we watch as our brightly colorful winged friends fly from roost to roost calling to announce their presence.  After we’ve finished, we travel to the shop in the resort’s lobby which carries the latest fashions for links goers and before we take stride toward course, you and I are properly attired—you in a smart skirt and top and me in comfortable slacks and linen shirt.  The golf cart is waiting for us as we step into the afternoon sunlight.  Our clubs are new and our bags have everything required to play the ancient game.  Your turn to strike ball with iron comes first and you stand on the tee keenly focused.  In a beautifully fluid motion, you make perfect contact with dimpled ball and send it screaming onto green some hundred and sixty yards in the distance.  You turn to me and with smile on full display exclaim,” That felt good!”  From one hole to the next we travel, and on each, you play as if you’ve been swinging club for all your days.  When we’ve finished you put your arms around me, share a kiss, and say we’ll have to do that again someday.  I agree, but say in turn, that it’s time for sand and surf.  I put my arm round your tan shoulder and we make our way down wind swept path toward ocean’s roar and finish our day in hammock with cold cocktail close at hand.