So, the recent storm we had was ushered in by wind, of course. I was outside, kilted, walking the dogs. On the sidewalk ahead of me are two neighbors, women- Marie, from France and Isabel who is from Central America (we have a diverse neighborhood). They are talking to each other. As I am passing them there is a sudden gust of wind- enough to lift the kilt.

Marie shrugs her shoulders and says, "C'est la vie!"

Isabel nods to her, smiles and says, "Se la vi, tambien.!"