The thing about fog is that it doesn’t arrive with drama. There’s no warning crack of thunder or gust of wind. It just slips in slow and quiet, swallowing the horizon before you even realize it’s gone. I’d been at the lighthouse less than a week when I met my first real fog. The kind…
There are moments in life when you feel a shift coming. It is like the tide changing beneath your feet before the waves even reach the shore. Becoming a lighthouse keeper wasn’t a lifelong dream or a planned career move. It was a calling that grew slowly. It was shaped by years at sea. A…