Dropping the Armor

A knight sprints across a battlefield, armor clattering, but with each stride pieces fall away.

Helmet drops. Chest plate crashes. Gauntlets scatter. The weight literally leaves his body.

He keeps running, lighter with every step. Beneath his feet, scorched earth transforms

into pristine fairway grass. Smoke clears to golden sunlight. By the time he reaches

the green, the warrior has completely vanished. Standing there is a golfer,

club in hand, ready to swing. Same man. Different battlefield. The armor we carry

isn't always visible, but dropping it feels exactly like this. Liberation disguised

as loss.