2940 minutes

Or 176,400 seconds.  That's the scheduled amount of time you will have in the Bermudas or Somers Isles, from touchdown to takeoff.  Tick tock.

The email came in the early morning.  Rodney and I will be arriving around 3:15PM.  Exactly the arrival time of the Bermuda flight, it so happens, and which checks in at basically the same price as the simple return to Toronto booked the previous afternoon.  Almost as if it was a sign.  To go.  And so the 24 hour cancellation policy happily invoked again.

Wither the fates carry [us].  A motto of the highest order, and one to live by.  Also appealing is the place as a source for the only Shakespearian reference (apparently) to the new world, at Act 1, Scene 2, line 230 of the Tempest, and "the still-vexed Bermoothes".  A refuge for debtors and miscreants, vexed by their stills of liquor?  Me gusto.

770 miles from the Southern tip of Nova Scotia and 956 north of Puerto Rico.  A proper island, then, with its pink sand and windy shores and (surely) two more decent sunsets to experience as part of the grand collection.  A nicely secret escape, and secluded spot to sit and string some words together.

Or, perhaps, an added wrinkle (no pun intended).  One of the last texts before the latest version of the phone found the drink two weeks ago (which was not recorded here but in a longer form bedtime story version) referenced the place, so it has been on the mind.  The plan then naturally took shape, spurred on by the finality of things on Monday past.  Initiate the texts en route to the airport, referencing the gorgeous day.  Slowly bring the conversation around to the upcoming weekends, ruling out this one with the ECT.  Send on the picture of the booked itinerary, and make the casual comment about getting shown around, just in time for the Newfie flight off to close the conversation.

Only 9 short sleeps away, with 2 here on the Avalon and then a broken Canada Day week.  The uncertainty to this point as to whether you will know anyone on the plane is hilarious.  The odds for now are a total mystery.  Well poised, either way.  We shall see.