Clark and the Adjustable Cap

The sun was high, casting long shadows across the fairway. Clark pulled his cap a little lower, just like his dad did. “Keep your head protected, keep the glare out, keep your focus sharp,” his dad always said, tipping the brim of his own. Clark swung and tracked his ball against the blue sky, watching it land softly on the green, right where he’d aimed. With a quick adjustment of the brim, he was off, pacing toward his next putt—his dad just a step behind, both of their caps shielding their eyes, ready for the read.