Routine was the most important thing. He’d maintained the lighthouse for years upon years now, and had grown…
“Red sky at night, shepherd’s delight.”
The grind and creak of mismatched gears was palpable on the air. It wasn’t loud, not by any stretch of the…
The brook babbled quietly, the water flowing with an almost musical tinkle of sound. It complimented the gentle…
Only when it was stormy would she appear. On bright days with clear skies, she was nowhere to be found nor seen…
