The landing was smooth. I felt it before I heard it, the gentle shift as the plane met the ground, and the soft drag of wheels slowing us down. My body reacted before my mind did, that familiar awareness that the journey was officially over. I opened my eyes and looked out the window. The sky was clear, the runway stretching wide and steady beneath us.
Canna glanced at me. “We’re home.”
I nodded. “Yes my love.”
Passengers began to move slowly. People gathered their things, stretching stiff legs, and speaking in low voices. I stayed seated for a moment, letting the feeling settle. The honeymoon bubble had not burst, but it had thinned gently, like something you fold away instead of tearing apart.
When we finally stood up and stepped into the aisle, everything felt familiar again. The ai
