I stood there, only fifty feet above the ground, but on top of
the world. The sea salt danced with the air and the smell caused my
childhood to come crashing down like waves - powerful, fleeting
waves. I gazed off towards the horizon and smiled as I watched
the ocean hug a blushing sky; what a beautiful romance. I envied
it. There wasn’t anyone else on that lighthouse and it made a circle as
if it were searching for another soul, but found no one. I had retreated
down its spiral staircase, each step further from the top of the world,
reminding myself that I was far from home.
