@lamproom

A trawler blinked twice on the way past. That is the whole reward, right there.

To whoever is out there: we kept a light on for you, all the way down here. Follow it home.

Storms take the paint off every winter. The light they never touch.

Fog rolled in thick tonight. The beam does not argue with it, it just keeps turning.

Third generation on this rock. Some jobs you inherit like a heartbeat.