Sundown at Marshall Point Light
Random thoughts during a visit to Marshall Point Light near sundown…
The ebb tide tugged hard on time – pulling hand over hand not only brine, but what remained of daylight into a dark swathe of cotton on the horizon. In the western sky, the tiring sun was nearly spent. Quietude presided over this burnished passage.
In its wake, I did not dare pursue the dash to parts unknown, for the moment at hand was replete with fading wonder and golden embers too alluring to betray. Besides, I was not alone. A lighthouse was standing sentry next to me – on watch for the duration, and beyond. Together, we were immersed in the beauty of light’s metamorphosis. Like old friends, we lingered until a beacon’s duty called.