Fingal Lighthouse II
Alone in the dark except for the faithful light of the old maritime sentinel standing proudly on his cliff top we watch the moon rise up over the ocean waves. The night is restless around us with the ocean breeze that drifts in and over us with its salty breath sticking to our skin as it passes.
The stars are out and glimmer in the inky black sky, winking down in conspiracy of our late night adventure to the shore. Far below the rolling waves crash relentlessly upon the rocks in a soothing rhythm to our ears, much like the gently sweeping beam of the lighthouses beacon across the waters.