The Lighthouse of Sound

A lighthouse that never shines.

A keeper who collects sounds instead.

First snow.

A giggling stream.

A creaky old chair.

All kept safe in glowing jars.

One winter night, thick fog swallowed the whole town.

No lamp could pierce it.

Ottilie had an idea.

If light could not help… maybe sound could.

She opened every jar at once.

The lighthouse began to sing through the fog.

The boats followed the sound of home, safely back to harbor.

Some lights are made of heart.