-To The Lighthouse-

We climbed the lighthouse.

An older woman waits just under the revolving lens - not the original fresnel - and answers questions that she herself asks. She is particularly proud of the wooden walls, which are original. Wood typically doesn't last this long in this climate, it is true, but wood typically is not separated from the elements with three feet of brick and mortar.

We climbed the lighthouse, and walked around the cupola. For one-third of it, the air is calm, if colder than on the ground, and warmer than in the tower. For the next two-thirds you are pushed by the wind this way, or that.

The wind pushed. Time passes.