Keeping A Light On.
Every evening, the little old man climbed to the top of the spiral staircase to light the lamp; staying there, thinking upon life, until the dawn’s early light rose. He slept, during the day, in a cot near the base of the lighthouse; eating the food that the kind folk from the village left him.
For forty years he had tended to the flame that shone out for the mariners’ safety; like his father, and his grandfather, before him.
The mariners, whose sea had receded ten miles beyond the old coast line many, many years ago.