It doesn’t have to be the gloomy grey sky and the bitter frosty air.

It was like the world was icicles. It doesn’t have to

 be me hitting the golf ball as fast as a peregrine

 falcon gliding down wind. 

 It could be the succulent sweets dancing around the Cookie Jar like 

everyone at the fireworks at Brassie Beach. It could be the adorable pigs,

 sheep’s, cows and chickens as small as a pillow.

Be curious about the soft soggy sand and the wonderous 

drenched water at Troon Beach like seagulls soft feathers in a see-through 

Puddles.

Pay attention to every single crooked leave and gnarled twig on the ground.

 The cold winters breeze is as

 fast as the Titanic when the water was so calm 

and the sky was so clear.