standing at lands end my back pressed close to the walls of the old lighthouse. the roar from the ocean almost threating my right to be here, the clap of thunder and the taste of sulpher and salt in the back of my throat .the steady crashes of the broiling see in tempo with my beating heart ,the roiling black clouds taking over the heavens showing mother nature there wrath .the lighthouse and i bathed in the eerie glow only cast from lightings continous strikes. the tingle of anticapation as i realize the lighthouse and i are one against sea and the wrath of the heavens
