Louise and the Puff-Sleeved Polo

Louise buttoned her collar, her puffed sleeves catching the breeze like little clouds as she stepped onto the veranda. The fairway stretched before her, green and endless, but there was no need to rush. The voices of grown-ups drifted through the air, speaking of summer plans and afternoon rounds, but she had her own game to play. The sun was warm, the day was hers, and her polo—soft, classic, perfectly polished—was made for moments like these.