My words for you today were: wall, people, back
Hugh had never seen so many people. They lined the docks and gangways two or three abreast, some standing on the wall to get a good view as the ship came into port.
The noise was deafening, flags waving, voices cheering, a brass band playing.
He scanned the crowd, then he saw her. She became the point of his focus and everything else just melted away as he was fighting through the masses to embrace her.
It was good to be back home.