He felt like a hunted beast who has found a retreat. The bushed man finally convinced the admiral that he could keep the lighthouse. He did not know that the officer-incharge was hard pressed to find a keeper and there were no other candidates.
The last keeper unable to bear the hermit like life and the tough duties had quit. During the day he gave signals by waving flags of different colors to indicate the rise and fall of mercury in the weather-gauge; and at sunset – he had to light the lanterns at the top of the tower after climbing more than four hundred unusually high-steps. It reminded him of the attic his wife escaped to after dinner.
Looking down from the balcony of the tower at the sea, the new keeper was reminded of his past travails – the winds were his enemy. As soon as he settled down and lighted his fire, the wind tore out the roots of his abode; whirled away the fire, and pushed him on to newer destinations.
Suddenly, he noticed the turbulence in the sea below him and the darkening horizon. The evil winds had found him once again.
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Thanks Al for the lovely prompt.