There are times when the ocean is not the ocean – not blue, not even water, but some violent explosion of energy and danger: ferocity on a scale only gods can summon. It hurls itself at the island, sending spray right over the top of the lighthouse, biting pieces off the cliff. And the sound is a roaring of a beast whose anger knows no limits. Those are the nights the light is needed most.
Observation: The Light Between Oceans, ML Stedman
Awesome picture: Charles Marlon
Doing? telling two little princesses a story about a lighthouse, a mermaid, a whale, and a key. It’s their favorite. Have a great weekend!