The salty wind, a calming scent, blew across my face cooling me down from my morning run. It was crisp, fresh, and the break I needed from the world. It was as if I was all alone, not a soul for miles and yet I could see the first early morning beach goers setting up their spot for the day. My ears caught the symphony of gulls and the voices of the waves. They didn’t demand my attention, but they didn’t reject it. 

As my eyes scanned the horizon I could feel the ocean's dormant power. It wasn’t frightening. It was more motherly a protector if you will. From what was it protecting us? I hadn’t the slightest clue. I took a deep breath and admired the salty perfume. I could truly see it all form this old white tower; which made me wonder how many souls had made the trek up its stone stairs to see this sight over the decades it stood here warning incoming ships during a foggy morning or moonless night. I stretched and decided it was time to rejoin the world and leave this old lighthouse to its secrets.