That phrase totally doesn't apply here. Since I'm talking about flying, and rain and snow, sleet, as well as dark of night (for now) means that I can't fly.

I've been waiting to solo for a long time now. Unfortunately, winter in Cyprus is the stormy season. So I had quite a few cancellations due to weather. And then there were the holidays. After that, in January, I was sitting on the runway about to call for take-off clearance when the radio decided to die. I was beginning to wonder if I was cursed. Then it was perfect weather, and what do you know? A harrier jet decided to crash on the runway. But, persistent one that I am, I carried on.

That's right. I finally had my first solo flight. So karma, serendipity, stupid (bad) luck, whatever you want to call it... take that!

PS - Yes, I am still alive.