To The Moon

Chapter 1 - John

The full moon hovers over the calm and lifeless ocean, illuminating everything in sight, including the retired lighthouse that resides on the shore nearby. The lighthouse lays dormant and still, with windows that have been boarded up, and a door that stays locked. Its walls, made from solid stone, carved perfectly to a smooth flat surface. The smooth stone, painted a light tan color on the lower half, and white on the upper half. The base of the watchtower, steel painted blue, but ever so slowly fading into a lighter blue, and rusting near the edges. The watchtower windows, tinted slightly yellow and held in place by steel strips that lay overtop of the glass, and attach to the lighthouse itself. The roof of the lighthouse is painted the same blue that shows on the base of the watchtower, but only faded near the top, still showing the original dark blue that's been hanging on for all these years. The calm ocean breeze whisks over the cliff side, and gently touches the soft green grass. The smell of the ocean is in the air, a mix of numerous fish and salt water. The sprinkle of water every now and then from the continuous crashing of the ocean onto the cliff side. There is a bench not far from the lighthouse on the ledge to the left, which overlooks the entire ocean, along with an incredible view of the calm night sky. On the bench, it appears to be an elderly couple, enjoying the peacefully beautiful night. They sit silently, hand in hand, until time slowly turns the two of them into nothing but a memory, for only him to remember. This is where the story begins.