Clouds fanned out like delicate lacework in pink on fading dark, matching the sea foam lattice on the ocean below, stretching into the horizon, melting into the bright orange slash of the rising sun. Waves crashed on the rocks below. The wind was starting to bite in the crisp autumn air, but otherwise, the morning was perfect.
On the lighthouse catwalk, Jessie and Hadji sat together, their feet dangling over the edge. They leaned into each other under a thick, fuzzy blanket.
The night had been long, but they got to see the sunrise.
They sipped their coffees in silence.