It’s hot.
Bright light lances across the evening sky like javelin spray, and the sun’s goldenrod power glistens above the treetops of the nearby ridgeline. It’s more than enough light to do quadratic equations, if you are so inclined, but at the moment I’m engaged in a different but equally challenging pursuit. I shade my eyes and line up a potential birdie putt on the 10th hole of the world’s northernmost golf course.