Dateline: Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Time: 4:20 p.m.
Place: Airport parking, Detroit Metropolitan Airport
I’m standing ankle deep in charcoal grey frozen slush, a mixture of freezing rain and snow falling on my (once perfect) new haircut, shivering convulsively in my apricot colored raincoat, peering anxiously toward the road hoping against hope to see the blue shuttle bus that will take us to the terminal for our flight to Phoenix, which is scheduled to leave in one hour.
Dateline: Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Time: 4:40 p.m.
Place: The patio, Canyon Villas, Scottsdale
I’m sitting at the umbrella table, bare feet propped on the chair in front of me, legs stretched out in the sun, sipping cold white wine, gazing in awe at the mountainous vista arrayed in all it’s lavendar glory in front of me, reading my book.
Which is the better day?