Solitary

I have a secret love of lighthouses. I’m not entirely sure what it is about them, especially since they’re not a particularly familiar sight in the part of Canada where I grew up. But I find them kind of fascinating perhaps for their simple, honest purpose. Maybe it’s the solitary routine of the lighthouse keeper, I don’t know. This one at Pigeon Point, not particularly far from home here in California has become special over the years. We’ve visited many times. We’ve watched whales from the nearby beach and cliffs. We’ve even brought visiting family to the area, especially to the quaint nearby town of Pescadero. It’s weathered and worn with stories to tell. It feels a little bit like reaching the end of the world — and everything feels quieter and more peaceful — like being on a different planet from the bustle of nearby San Francisco.

But we haven’t been there in a while and my heart is telling me I need to remedy this.