And down came the wind to whirl the plans awry

mana_trini and I were supposed to take our friend, N, to Bandrelé Island for an overnight camping trip. Alas, gusting winds and agitated seas kept us all at home. It isn't a big deal for J and me, but N is leaving Mayotte in a month; and in her four years here, she never got to bivouac on one of the deserted isles. Now, as her stay draws to an end, she probably won't have time to slot in such an outing.

I think this merits a word of wisdom: Don't sit around waiting for Someday to do the things you really want. When Someday finally falls in your lap, the wind may whisk it away before you can grasp it.