November Solitude
Whenever a coastal guardian is noted as being without shine at night, the Coast Guard springs into action to restore its guiding light.
So to the gate of Western Way we journeyed of late. Our destination – the 1872 sentinel perched atop Hockamock Head on Swan’s Island. Upon arrival, we techs disembarked – crossing the land-sea threshold and ascending the craggy incline, before reaching the realm of Burnt Coat Harbor Lighthouse.
At rock’s topmost, wild grasses – once green but now brown, served as nature’s welcome mat to a world of islandness. On high, a blanket of clouds, whose fabric seemed cut from swathes of drab cotton, held sway.
The entire scene was gripping. It impressed upon me a feeling of profound solitude. The quietness was as pervading as it was strangely enthralling – even if such beauty was soaked in melancholy’s perfume. Summer’s bliss is but a memory now, yet the seascape suffered not from the dearth of frolicking cheer.
Enveloped by isolation, I was reminded that the month of November is stern and has in keeping, restless intentions that find no concealment amidst a terrain of leafless trees and dispirited hues. Traditionally, it is the bearer of uncertainty and harrowing gales – though on this day, such mischief was hiding in parts unknown.
However, in the moment, such thoughts and feelings needed to be shelved – for there was a job at-hand. Troubleshooting efforts revealed a tired battery was the cause of the beacon’s discrepancy. With ample power restored, the beacon was rejuvenated and Burnt Coat Harbor Lighthouse was left watching properly.
Departing the island, I smiled at the thought of a bright light keeping company with solitude once more through nights yet traversed.
“…a bright light keeping company with solitude once more through nights yet traversed.” ❤️ Love that!