Waves of green flow through the casual patterns our hot summer winds make in a sea of trees.  Like a ballet they dance across the broad Texas landscape, moving random inspirations of heart and mind. 

We, out on our golf course, loving the wind, hating the heat, are determined to survive eighteen.  

It is perhaps the great beauty of that sea of gently swaying oaks, perhaps a mere matter of survival, but between our long 11th par four and the next shorter dogleg left, an essence of an idea slips into my overheated brain and slowly begins to gel.  

My partner and I discuss between holes and, by the end of the round, we are already beginning to bask in a simple notion, an already promise of relief from the heat; a cool idea.