He walked through the cold snow, his scarf and gloves weren't doing much for his chill.

He dreamed about the warm bath he'd be greeted by when he walked through the door.

He knew his hair would be messy under the hat, but that was long forgotten when the cold air hit his face.

He watched as his breath showed in the cold, the crunch of snow under his feet as he walked down the familiar path.

He walked past the gate, the light still shone in the window, he couldn't help but smile at the idea of being greeted by his love as he entered the door.

He walked in, feeling the warmth of home embrace him.
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Shorter than usual, I'll try to get more long ones out in a bit, but I'm really stressed right now with writers blocks