Salt scent rises from scrubby bushes in Loss, a land of dunes along a distant sea. A few flowers grow in the beige sand. Sky stretches over Loss in muted blue through some stretched clouds. A thin wind blows. Rain patters leaving drop shapes in the sand.
Clumps of tall grasses rock.
The sea hushes the gulls.
Visitors shuffle through the sand trying to make their way to the sea.
“It’s further away than it sounds,” says one.
The Lonely Lighthouse sits among the sand dunes, grasses nestled around it, and overlooks the sea. Sandy trails wind to it through the grasses to its white steps. Inside the narrow cylinder it smells of sea salt and lemon. It gives off a soft violet beacon of light, its purple tint more visible at night. It’s light circles round and round casting light on the blank surface of the shipless sea.
In Loss no one considers diving down into the ocean to find the underwater colonies -- and no one sends ships.
Jack sits in the tower, watches, and waits.
What is this? Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
“It’s further away than it sounds,” says one.
The Lonely Lighthouse sits among the sand dunes, grasses nestled around it, and overlooks the sea. Sandy trails wind to it through the grasses to its white steps. Inside the narrow cylinder it smells of sea salt and lemon. It gives off a soft violet beacon of light, its purple tint more visible at night. It’s light circles round and round casting light on the blank surface of the shipless sea.
In Loss no one considers diving down into the ocean to find the underwater colonies -- and no one sends ships.
Jack sits in the tower, watches, and waits.
What is this? Emotion 365: Every Day a New Land of Emotion
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