It's the perfect job they said, sun sand surf and solitude. Can't argue with the first three, but solitude no, try isolation. Apart from the odd delivery here and there, and the stream of contractors who just grunt and ask 'where's the problem' it is a 1 hour boat trip to civilisation. Nature preserve what about insane asylum, I complain a lot but it served its purpose one year to forget, one year to recover well so I thought, but after 6 months of questioning everything I did, I came to the realisation that my memories will fade but I will carry the scars for the rest of my life. It was a part of me now like an old friend offering wisdom and caution. My time here was nearly up. 2 weeks and then back to reality, but first to train my replacement. Who I know absolutely nothing about. God what was his name again Larry, Lawrence honestly I don't really care could be Larry, Mo and Curly, no that would be funny. I will check the paper work when I get back if I remember. Remember wow how am I going to cope back in the real world, my memory is shot to hell, I forget to eat half the time. I have one alarm that reminds when it is time to check the nests and that's it, I do what I want when I want.
As I make my way back to the lighthouse I look out at the horizon, this will be the one thing that I miss, so elegant yet blunt at the same time, it starts at a sharp edge and then continues to fade into the oncoming night. It signals change and new beginnings, what's that saying 'nothing that a new day can't fix' whatever that means. I find it funny that most people fear the night, watch any horror movie and the evil occurs in the dead of night, yet in reality it occurs during the day right in front of your eyes and you cannot even see it happening. It doesn't need to hide under the cover of darkness anymore.