The LighthouseHow I love it when the gentle moonlight breaks through the shroud of leaves above my head, painting the asphalt canvas with their subtle silhouettes. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why the journey will always remain in the back of my head, stretching a smile across my face when remembered, leaving me helpless to stop it.The Lighthouse by Alorel
Though I can't be sure, it would be my guess that the van's motor gave out a gentle echo through the tranquil forest road. The feeling of strange, calm excitement coupled with the sheer majesty of the night was starting to make my head spin, so I decided to make a stop at the side of the road and pamper my lungs a bit with fresh, dew air. Lying on the cool, soft grass, listening to the hooting of owls in the background of the sea's waves greeting the stony shores was something that could not be described without fading into dithyrambs and that is something I believe we would all wish to avoid.
"I'm gonna' love it here," I thought to myself before turning the