A celestial course

I'd like that someday - to golf at an expensive, immaculately landscaped golf course. I wouldn't care about the score. Just the immense serenity of the game, of gracefully swinging an iron rod and knocking a hard dimpled white ball soaring over green green fields. Standing besides a sand trap and scooping it up onto a thick trim putting carpet and letting it have a final satisfying little tap to plunk it into the hole. Then grab the clubs-trolley and tug it behind me while passing through this artificially manicured Eden. A paradise where the raw beauty of nature is still there but has been tamed and expertly sculpted by the most civilized of human hands. To be a few holes in with many more ahead, and between now and the 18th nothing but a wonderful, gentle, bright, empty world designed just for you. Ocean waves softly breaking somewhere below in the distance. Gulls singing and salt stinging your nose. You could lie down here on the green if you really wanted to and nap forever and when you woke up the sun would still be shining.