Feliperey777
The lighthouse keeper, old and solitary, lives trapped in his memories. His beloved departed years ago, and since then, each passing day is accompanied by a silent melancholy. The only thing he has left of her is the habit of watching, through his binoculars, the waves crashing against the rocks and the marine life that sometimes appears-sea lions, seals, orcas. They are never truly alone, but he is. Even so, that solitude does not make him a coward, nor does it completely drown him in sadness, because each of those creatures reminds him, in some way, of his wife.
Neither the cold nor the wind can break him. He is an intelligent and skillful man, able to repair anything with his own hands and wit. He longs for sunny days-not for the warmth, but because in the clouds he believes he sees his beloved's face, and in that moment he can imagine that she is still by his side.
Thanks to him, to his constancy and vigilance, ships, merchant vessels, and small boats cross those waters safely, always finding their destination. The lighthouse keeper, strong and determined, knows that as long as the light remains shining, she will also remain alive in his memory.