Watchman

To live a night within these dark cold walls… night watch, day watch, guardian of the land. From the warning tower above, the rhythmic arrival of light casts itself into view.

Sea birds cry loudly, screeching their songs in the distance. The strong smell of salt fills your lungs.

Through square concrete windows, door wide open, the wind pays a visit. Every sense now awakened. Touching every corner, bitter cold drafts swirl on the floor. Never-ending.

The roar of the ocean stirs the deep silence. Whitecaps visible under the light of the moon. The wind and the ocean conspire as one. They are angry together. Or are they merely playing? Teasing each other, the wind playing it’s invisible energy, while the other changes form, breaking and flowing to its every touch. Their power displayed as fury.

Waves so high, their droplets seem to touch even you, standing in the safety of this concrete jungle.