The lights were out in Lighthouse Park last night.
Dogs and children chased each other in the dark, circling and dodging randomly under the windswept cedar canopy, like leaves in gusty winds.
Parents walked slowly, with intent, lost in conversation. Kids we watched grow into fine adults, now with children of their own.
Overhead the Fresnel lens of Florida’s first lighthouse circled methodically over trees and houses like a Star Wars Ogre, dutifully wielding his light saber, as he has done for 145 years.
Dogs and children chased each other in the dark, circling and dodging randomly under the windswept cedar canopy, like leaves in gusty winds.
Parents walked slowly, with intent, lost in conversation. Kids we watched grow into fine adults, now with children of their own.
Overhead the Fresnel lens of Florida’s first lighthouse circled methodically over trees and houses like a Star Wars Ogre, dutifully wielding his light saber, as he has done for 145 years.
I remembered when we lived under that light, racing my three
wheeled recumbent under those same trees, exploding with laughter as exhilaration
pushed me too fast and too close in those tight spaces, circling and dodging
randomly, like leaves blown in gusty winds.
That was a long time ago.
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