The brighter light broke through the cloud and drizzle allowed me to finish the last few holes By the time I was standing on 18th green it appeared that I was about to be under siege by the falling night I am sure there were souls ready to come out not with little green fire as fireflies in summer you just need to listen to the songs from the wind not crying or laughing out loud more like whistling perhaps from the distance with some nearby pine trees whistling too in the background I was the last one in when returning the pull cart to the staff who already closed the golf cart storage house Neither of us seemed to mind if there was anything else in the air