Letters to the Lighthouse
Thirty days of solitude by the sea, documenting the rhythm of tides and the deeper currents of memory.
I arrived at the lighthouse cottage this morning with two suitcases, a month's worth of groceries, and the vague hope that solitude might teach me something I haven't learned in forty years of constant company.
The lighthouse keeper, an ancient man named Govind, showed me around with the economy of words that comes from spending most of your life in conversation with the sea.
