In the eye of the storm

Lighthouse in New England

 

Waves buck, lashing the sides of the boat. Wind thrashes the sea with every gust.

Did they get my SOS? There’s too much static. No contact. No connection.

The black of night pervades the skies. Rocks emerge, scraping across the hull.

I can’t see them, but feel them, tearing, ripping the keel.

A soft cone-shaped light rises from the mist. The lighthouse?

The fog lifts to reveal a bright moon. I hear the sound of a clanging bell.

I sense a presence, calming, peaceful.

The sea is stilled inside the storm that rages all around.

I am safely home.

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Footnotes; the above story is fiction, unrelated to any incident or event. The photo is one I took while on vacation in the New England states (U.S.) years ago. Because we covered so many miles and territory on this trip by car I cannot remember the exact location of this particular lighthouse. We took pictures of several of them where we went. It was an awesome trip, beautiful to see and visit.

Joyce E. Johnson (2014)

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