Across the moonlit greens
A thought prompted by watching Donnie Darko again on BBC HD late yesterday: didn't everyone in their teenage years wander at night across the fairways and greens of the local golf course? Some of my friends had a mercenary purpose to their nocturnal voyages (seeking out golf balls for reimbursement at the club house being the primary one) but I did so just for pleasure. Obviously, I was not a golfer.