From inside the house he has heard her grate across the floor and sigh as if she were a bird of furious and frightening proportion escaping from a dark and vestigial shell
As his spades of earth turn to make the beds ready for spring planting the flutter of her movements lead to the porch
Letting the screen door snap shut behind her she exits and searches for him scanning
steps warily onto the stone path
She reaches the arbor sees his quiet and curious pose as he lifts his face to gaze at her