The white disc beats a
soundless pulse on the
dark, inky sea. Random
specks come to life in its
beam: a distant ship, a
yellow buoy, a glittering
slice of rock. They flare
briefly then disappear,
swallowed by the night.
The light flashes every
five seconds. That is its
character, its unique code.

At night, when sea and
sky are one, he lies in his
curved bunk and watches
it signaling into the
Atlantic. In the dome of
the lighthouse overhead,
six tonnes of glass
relentlessly turn. He lies
alone, eyes open. Quietly,
he watches. Quietly,
he waits for daylight.

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Writer: henriettamckervey.com / @hmckervey
Designer: richardbrendon.com
Illustrator: Assa Ariyoshi