The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
and on its outer point, some miles away,
the lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.
- h.w. longfellow
It bares its all in the middle of the day. Showing what it has to show to the world. It reflects its natural color, never subsiding what "it has been". Its reality is striking that even though it's dare, I chose not to see. From afar I was brave, but near I got all my anxieties haunting back at me. It is best appreciated at night, where it looks mysterious and fully clothed, hiding its insecurities to the world, whispering its secrets to the sea. The lights make it all subtle. But I was tired to go back that night.