Tuesday::
  Sunny with scattered smiles,
  a Bloody Mary at Oscar’s,

  and a hundred texts about nothing (and everything).

Wednesday::
  Mostly restless,
  with brief showers of productivity—

  unearned optimism while hovering over the 'Change Flight' button. (that I won't change)

Thursday::
  Warm with increasing impatience—
  might fold and refold that shirt, (six times)
  might book an earlier flight,

  might keep it together. (unlikely)

Friday::
  High pressure warning.
  Mild anxiety front moving through
  while triple-checking itineraries

  … and recording voice memos so detailed—
  she could stage-manage my entire arrival.

Saturday::
  Calm and clear—
  family traditions, Easter eggs,
  ranch laughter, quiet gratitude

  that I didn’t fly out early. (probably)

Sunday::
  Winds shifting eastward—
  countdown officially on.
  Clouds of anticipation thickening toward evening…

  Phone feeling heavier each time I pick it up.

Monday::
  Full-on storm of excitement,
  with a 100% chance of pacing,
  restless sleep,

  and at least three drafts of messages I’ll delete before morning.

Tuesday (arrival day)::
  Bright smiles,
  rising heart rates,

  and perfect visibility… the moment our eyes meet.

Extended Outlook::
  Unpredictable, with lingering warmth.
  High probability of staying. (slight chance of never leaving)