On a Santa Cruz beach as the sun was going down stood a lonely lighthouse. It had stood for some years, a silent sentinel, always keeping watch, ready to warn seamen of hazards they might not otherwise see. The lighthouse may have felt lonely at times through the long hours of the night, but it never left its post nor shirked its duty. Such could not be said for most people.
Yet, there it was again this past Thursday night, wondering perhaps if anyone took notice of it. Though the fog bank off the coast was clear and rolling towards shore, it had not yet arrived as the dark of night began to settle around the shoulders of the lighthouse. One could almost imagine the lighthouse shiver as the cold sea breeze swept in and up the beach.
I noticed. And I found it captivating…
TRIVIA FOR TODAY: Beets reminded early cooks of a bleeding animal when they cut them open, so they started calling them “beets.” This was derived from the French word bête, meaning “beast.”