I had an Interview this morning. When arranging a place for the interview, the subject suggested the clubhouse at the local golf course.

The town where I was born has a beautiful municipal golf course and they built a new clubhouse a few years ago.

While I waited, I ordered a cup of coffee and sat on the deck overlooking one of the green. The clouds look more threatening than they were. A front moved in from the west and swept the clouds off to the east like yesterday's news.

While I waited, I could help but snap a picture.

By this afternoon, the last day of spring looked like a page from a magazine.