Guiding Light in the Storm

The old lighthouse keeper, Elara, polished the massive lens,

the rhythmic swish a comfort. Tonight's storm was fierce, waves battering

the stone. Then, a faint ping on her radio—a distress call.

She adjusted the beam, guiding a lost fishing trawler toward the harbor's safety.

Exhausted but content, she watched the rain fall, knowing her light still held the sea

at bay.