And That's How It's Done

We're so close to landing, maybe just a minute off the ground, when huge gusts of wind suddenly turn the plane on its side. A few passengers are looking a little tense. We see the tarmac from a funny angle. The plane pushes through the wind, lands with a bounce, and speeds down the runway -- maybe a little faster than usual?

Our pilot comes on the loudspeaker: "And that's how it's done." So it is. We pull up to our gate; I hoist my massively overloaded Longchamp bag onto my shoulder and find my aviators. The late afternoon here is stunning, a dreamy blue sky and balmy temperatures. We've escaped the winter weather and it feels delicious.