My Dream Job
Aug 11 '05
The Bottom Line Oh, to be a lighthouse keeper.
The sand and gravel crunches beneath my feet as I head to my "office" for the night. The salt air tickles my nose and leaves a familiar taste in my mouth. The ocean breeze ruffles my hair, the way a father would ruffle the hair of his young son. The sea mist isn't thick today, but still leaves soft kisses upon my face.
Waves crash on the shore and seagulls cry overhead, creating a melody I can listen to for hours. The Atlantic stretches for miles upon miles, reminding me of how small I really am. I can't believe that I make my living here. Life can't possibly get any better.
I unlock the ancient door and swing it open. I must remember to use some oil to silence the creak, the only disruption in my serene scene. I take one last deep breath and close the door behind me. I then begin my ascent to my desk and chair.
The winding staircase doesn't bother me. As a matter of fact, I find it fun. I used to want one of these spiral staircases in my house when I was a child. I climb the 147 steps to the very top and swing open the hatch. I lift myself in and turn on the office light.
I charge up the enormous light and ready it for the night of guiding ships and keeping them from crashing into the shore. I help them see in the fog and night. Their loud bellows for help make me realize that I am not so small after all. They need me to guide them to safety.
This is it. My workplace. My dream job.
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