The Heart Beholds Home
The following was inspired by a visit to Little River Lighthouse on May 30, 2025…
Beyond, run to and fro, the fog battalions upon waters more heard than seen. Their mischief has long been a dread to the mariner, yet no misty veil of any length or breadth can conceal the majesty of Little River Lighthouse.
From the westward, along a plankway soaked in time and salt, does the visitor by foot hail to spend a bit of precious time in this guardian’s presence. Eventually the sojourner emerges out of an enchanting corridor of evergreens to where a regal realm unhindered appears. There, all at once, the noble one stands with its enduring torch on high.
Straightaway, the ambler’s march forward is stilled by the sheer enthrallment sequestered amidst a coastline bold and wild. Here, tranquility whispers their arrival to no one from pines a-sway. Little River! A place where the heart beholds the essence of home away from home.
