So, today in an effort to escape the death throes of a northern winter, I am flying again to Florida. Land of sun, sea and sand; its winds whisper my name and the ocean music sings its song to me even in my waking hours. The Sea Gull's cry is a welcome home invocation. Although, I am a child of the mountains, hills and forests, the wild coast touches my wild heart and I long to stand on an empty beach facing west, wind running fingers through my hair. Oh, it can't come soon enough, that salty air.
Yet, Ohio wishes me to stay and with a grip like iron conspires with its sister states to the west to keep me here by hatching, Rocky. I failed to realize, really, that winter storms are now being named. It was with dismay that I started hearing of Rocky's approach. Tough, hard, pummeling, blustery and bragging, this would be, in my mind what a storm named, Rocky, would be like, a fighter, unwilling to give up. And so it is with this one, I've danced and dodged, lodged a jab or two myself, staying always ahead of it. My steps always one ahead of him.
|What would have happened if we'd flown into Midway.|
Upon arrival in Baltimore, thinking I still had 40 minutes or more to kill I allow other passengers who have a tighter connection to de-plane ahead of me. Searching for a board gate sign, I turn left and spy it ahead. Well, all is still as planned, Baltimore to Tampa still delayed. I head back towards my gate, looking for a bathroom, when I hear: "Welcome to Flight so and so non-stop service from Baltimore to Tampa boarding at gate 8." Wait, WHAT! 3 minutes after I de-planed, I was lining up to re-plane?! Yikes! So, within 10 minutes of getting off 1 plane, I was on another waiting to head to my final destination of sun, sand and surf. Rocky wasn't going to win after all. He was successfully knocked out and I was going to win at least this round with mother nature.
|Final destination, feet successfully de-planed on to the beach!|