Standing in the Gap
Galloping is the gale that hails from parts unknown. Blowing great guns upon sculptured greens oh so tumultuous, its rush, thrust and shriek fashions a frenzy not soon forgotten. Amidst such a din, direful storm seas press onward without regard. Dare not stand in harm’s way!
But what of the lighthouse standing sentinel atop wave-swept ledges perilous to navigation and without means of cover?
Impassive, rollers heave and mount ramparts ever higher. Straightaway, destiny awaits. Epic is the battle waged between breaker and beacon – riveting is the drama that ensues. Wait for it. Brace yourself – here it comes!
White with fury, the fetching force collides with the steadfast guardian. Suffocating spray beclouds the scene – a thunderous sound reverberates through the air. The mighty scourge is relentless. Yet fear not for the lighthouse, for it still abides proud and tall, and with it, an age-old yarn of light and sea shines on.
