He has been gone for several weeks, but is finally flying home.
His mission was a success, but he is tired.
The bags under his eyes are testament to his mental and physical fatigue.
He is unshaven and feels unclean.
His face has been expressionless, but a smile emerges as his home appears over the horizon.
He sees his angel kneeling down and tending garden. A new hobby he surmises.
He quietly lands in hopes of surprising her. He fails.
She lifts her head, smiles to herself, stands to her feet and slowly turns to face him.
"Hate the beard".
