From the Lighthouse

My eyes bulge. My jaw drops to the floor, never have I seen this before! Sea salt sprays 'cross the skies as the tide begins to slowly rise. A sense of freedom and grace emerges from the crystal waves, I could watch the ocean all day. Time flies, the daylight dies. The day may be done, But a life of discovery has begun. I may not be talking to the president in the White house, Instead I stare at the ocean, from the lighthouse.