The Irony of Blue Skies

What a sad twist of irony: bluebird days are indeed the best day to fly. We woke up this morning to a fine bluebird day. Not a cloud in the sky. Tons, literally, of new snow on the ground. And I had to leave it all.

Throughout the week, the weather forecast had said that Thursday would be the only sunny, clear day of the week. As I had watched other people in my ski party have to wait a few extra hours at the airport, or even stay overnight due to a cancelled flight, I had pinned my hopes for an uneventful exit on the forecast.

So when I saw the sky this morning, I knew that my travel plans would not be frustrated; I would leave town this day. But how I didn’t want to.