Scribble: The sailor's return.

      Stepping onto the paved walkway, he stared at the house before him, as if lost in dream.
      Opening the door, a woman whose face seemed at once so familiar, yet so new, stared back through watery eyes.
      Dropping his satchel, he ran to her, raindrops flowing down his cheeks with each step.
      And yet, no writer alive could speak of how long they embraced...