It feels really weird to be writing about Christmas in...well, nearly July. Still June here in the States.
Homesickness
It had snowed the day before, and when John woke up, the world had pulled on another layer of it overnight, like a giant white sweater. He shed his blankets and stretched, wandering over to the massive window. At the other end of the room was the stained glass's patterns reflecting brightly on his carpet; he admired their soft glow for a time before he went into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Staring at his reflection and seeing his father's eyes staring back, he remembered the date. For the first time that holiday, missed his family.
Prompt was from CharmingKarma, and it was: shed