Now that winter time has started, it's much lighter in the morning, but the early darkness is killing for the fun-loving afternoon golfers like me.
The low lying sun makes it impossible to follow the ball, and with so many leaves everywhere, even the most perfect drive down the middle of the fairway can disappear forever underneath the right-sized leaf which engulfs the unknowing little white sphere at the last moment.
So you hit a mighty drive and your first reaction is, "Felt pretty good, maybe a slight draw, did anyone see where it went?" Slight pause and shaking heads from my two fellow players, "Nopes, didn't see it, could've gone anywhere..."
That's when you are thankful upon reaching the eighteenth hole that you still have one ball left to make the final putt of the day, right at the moment when the skies darken even more quickly than you can finish the hole.