Little Lighthouse

Today we answered the call of the sea. The waves were crashing, the wind roaring, seagulls soaring. The sun glared down upon us as we meandered along the clifftop. A beacon of hope to those that play their lives upon the sea greeted us in all its glory: a lighthouse, little but mighty it stood unfazed but the thunderous crashes of the foamy wash against it’s walls. When our star sets and the darkness sets in, it will set ablaze the night with a purposeful beam.