A light in the distance
I was so sad last year that, along Maine and PEI, I didn't get to meet a lighthouse.
So Jessi indulged me and let me have a few minutes to commune with this one.
There's something altogether romantic and sad and heroic about lighthouses. I can't describe it, but I love looking at them.
And even though I didn't get to go really near any last year, I loved how, during our middle-of-the-night drive up the coasts of Maine and New Brunswick, I could mark the time of our drive by the flashing beacons that punctuated the blackness.
So Jessi indulged me and let me have a few minutes to commune with this one.
There's something altogether romantic and sad and heroic about lighthouses. I can't describe it, but I love looking at them.
And even though I didn't get to go really near any last year, I loved how, during our middle-of-the-night drive up the coasts of Maine and New Brunswick, I could mark the time of our drive by the flashing beacons that punctuated the blackness.
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