At this altitude, there was nothing that Oskar Sandstrom enjoyed more than lazily cruising within an airstream.  The one he was currently in provided him with everything he loved, which was basically not having to flap his wings.  True, he wasn’t getting anywhere anytime soon, but it’s not like he had an immediate destination in mind.  The majestic Golden Eagle continued with his coasting, knowing it was soon time to land and get on with his day, even though it was a Saturday.<br/><br/>His superior vision allowed him to pick out the most miniscule of details of his small-town home.  The two-pump gas station, which was servicing a single vehicle at the moment.  And that vehicle appeared to be a Subaru<i>Crosstrek.  </i>It was gun-metal in color, to be sure.  He ignored the license plate, though he could clearly pick that out, too, if he so desired.<br/><br/>Just down the street were the three buildings that comprised the town’s school.  It catered to grades kindergarten through high school.  Ironically, not only did he earn his diploma there, but it was also his current place of employment.  After earning his teaching certificate from a college in another nearby state, Oskar returned to his home and taught kindergarten through second grade, and “his kids” were a daily reminder to never have children of his own.<br/><br/>And then he spied one of his favorite buildings of the town:<i>Grace’s Café.  </i>He was headed there for breakfast, once he landed at home and shifted back to his human form.  Speaking of his home, he began his descent and could see his modest two-bedroom house.  Oskar could also tell the grass needed mowing.  As he always did, he had left the window to the loft open for ingress and egress to his house.  His only thought for now was what to order for breakfast, as he zeroed in on the welcoming window.<br/><br/>While in his Golden Eagle form and heading for the open window, he had always fantasized about being a U.S. Navy F-14 Tomcat, approaching landing on a swaying aircraft carrier.  The speed, of course, was somewhat lacking, but he didn’t care.  A Tomcat was, after all, on its approach.