Fly Southwest: ABQ to Fort Lauderdale, Florida

Setting your sights on Fort Lauderdale, are we? Winkle one eye, my dear wanderlust-crazed comrades and revel in every deliciously decadent detail of your impending journey on the jocose juggernaut of the skies - Southwest Airlines! Oh, airlines bring to mind many a tale, don't they? The Icarus of the modern world, soaring amidst the clouds, unabashedly mocking gravity, with baggage allowance weighing them down just as the legendary prototype’s winged arrogance.

But Southwest, ah! That’s no ordinary airline. You see, this airborne maestro is the unrivalled sovereign of the skyways, clutching its scepter with first-class flair while dealing out cheap flights with the nonchalance of a knight distributing conquest-borne spoils. But I digress; or rather, let's ascend (pun intended) to the original point of our discourse - your impending translocation across the great American width by way of non-stop flight from the burnished terracotta canvas of Albuquerque to the sun-kissed shores of Fort Lauderdale.

So, before we traverse any further, pray, lend me your airborne anxiety. Have faith, my footloose kin - that flight schedule you're wrestling with is but a minor gladiator in the grand coliseum of details, dominantly ruled by the gladiatorial titan that is - the direct flights. Direct, unequivocal, uncompromised, a straight arrow, flying past Father Time himself; Southwest’s 'non-stop' is the Hermes of flights, an airfare buffet table, if you will.

Now one-way or round-trip, that is a question worthy of the Shakespearean drama that is modern aviation. How many souls have lain heavy under the moonlight, plagued by the question of return? How many eyes remained open into the wee hours, pondering? Should you claim Fort Lauderdale as your own, or pine for Albuquerque even amidst the bounty of her sandy beaches and glistering waterways?

We adventurers are quite insatiable, aren't we? Much like the infamous Oliver Twist, we look upon the mighty lords of the Economy class with a brimming cup of desire and whisper - “More, please”. That, my dear friends, is where Southwest’s mileage program steps in; ever regal, forever rewarding. It mocks the constraints of terrestrial finances, as only a true aristocrat can.

Ah, layover or not to layover? That is yet another theatrical dilemma requiring a delicate balance of inner Zen and external clock-watching. Will the gentle soul gaze upon the red-eye flight as a welcome break or a bothersome interruption in the otherwise smooth opera of travel? Oh, the poignant human condition!

Being the prodigious provider that it is, Southwest Airlines outlines its flight cancellation policy with a painter’s precision. Much like a leeway-loving giovanni, it allows for dilly-dallying till the final hour. Whether it is last-minute jitters or the capricious weather of memory, you can alter your plans with a devil-may-care attitude.

By now, your spirits should be soaring nearly as high as those of your upcoming flight, since you are armed with the knowledge that we, the knights of the air, are sailing on the very best. Southwest Airlines, my beloved jetsetters, will serve as your airborne chariot, a heavenly harbinger promising paradisaical delights on sandy Florida shores.

So, let loose your wanderlust and brace for a breezy descent into the balmy welcome of Fort Lauderdale, where the whispering waves will be our satirical jesters, reminding us of all the ground-bound troubles we left back in Albuquerque.