A Guiding Light

Rainier enjoyed the stillness of dusk. The wind died, and the birds slept, leaving only the still air of night.

The lighthouse keeper had maintained this light for over fifty years, and now it was time to hand the keys over to a younger soul.

On this last night, the stars shined a little brighter while the darkening sky called out parting words.

“Goodbye, old friend. We shall miss the smell of your cavendish blend, the sea shanties you hummed, and the peace you bring to the night. Fare thee well, old mariner, and remember – point the bow at the second star to the left, then straight on till morning.”