A piece of this thing I’m writing

I’m writing this thing, here’s the opening of it :v 

I’ll probably post another chunk of it later if it’s any good.

The cold harshly pushed against Gray as he tried to climb up the trail, each step threatening to trip him up and drag him under the snowstorm that's only bound to get worse. He holds the bundle of sticks closer to himself and continues up the path, hoping to get back before the winds can make him become one with the snow. 

The trees sway back and forth with the storm and the winds as Gray reaches the end of the path, a small cabin shown like a lighthouse amidst the snowy sea. He practically ran the rest of the way to the cabin, frantic to get inside. He hastily unlocked the door and then tried to shut and lock it as quickly as possible, as to not let any of the snow in. It took some hassle as every few seconds another gust of frosty wind would kick the door down and swing the door wide open. After some time, though, the door was finally closed and securely locked, only having some of the snow floating their way in. it was suddenly very quiet in the cabin, nothing but the sound of Gray panting harshly and the muffled sound of the beastly storm outside. Gray kicks his snow boots off. He carries the wood over to the open fireplace waiting for him in the living room of the cabin. 

As he drops the wood into the fire, he shrugs off his fur coat along with other cold gear he had until he was left in his long sleeved shirt and his leggings with some comfy socks. He shivers slightly, still feeling the after effects of the bone chilling storm. He still lifted his hands up to the fire, trying to gather as much warmth from the fire as he could. As he goes to poke the fire, he sees a picture that rests on top of the fireplace.