The Lighthouse During the Rain | A Cozy Coastal Sleep Story

Rain on the lantern glass, the beam going round and round. On Gull Rock, off the sleeping village of Gullbeck, the lighthouse has turned its light every night for sixty years but one. That one night was the October gale of eighteen sixty-four, when the sea stove in the lamp-room door and keeper Oswald ran up the rock with a window shutter while old Pike relit the lamp — and Clara was born below, at two in the morning, in the lull between squalls. Watch the light go round, slow and patient, and let its rhythm carry you down. A new gentle story waits for you here every evening.