Its Alive
Dark clouds build up along the coast. Seagulls fly high in the sky moving north bound in long circular motions further away from the old stone tower. Trees ready to be lifted from their roots as the wind blows through the terrain. Rain pours from the sky making visibility nearly impossible on the old dirt road leading toward the old lighthouse. Once stood as a beacon for ships only a few years back has been replaced by a larger brighter lighthouse on the other side of the cove. Some...