Action: Cooking a meal
Word Count: 97
The lighthouse keeper loved solitude and simplicity. His modest needs were met: a hot plate for cooking beans and rice, a cot for intermittent sleep, a woodstove for warmth.
His sacred responsibility – to man the lights 24/7, ensuring seafarers safe passage home.
Little else to occupy, his daily entertainment was Nature’s free concerts.
Waves slapping against the rocks set the tempo. Seagulls cooed the melody and squawked its counterpoint. On stormy days, their harmonies’ accompaniment: rolling drums and clashing cymbals.
Holy music to his ears.
But what he loved most was the light, the light, the light.