A Fire on the Sea. Memoirs of a Lighthouse Keeper.
The islanders| N° d'inventaire | 23788 |
| Format | 15 x 21 |
| Détails | 176 p., paperback. |
| Publication | Ouessant, 2019 |
| Etat | Nine |
| ISBN | 9782956375326 |
"Sheltered behind the forge, we silently contemplate the Iroise lighthouses which, in near-perfect synchronization, have come to oppose the dawning night with their ballet of colored lights. Every evening of the week, we will reproduce this way of doing things: we will both go up early, we will hang around a bit, we will talk a lot while wiping down the group that has just stopped, we will sing to celebrate the silence that has returned, we will laugh at nothing. While the alcohol lamp heats up the burner, we will go out onto the gallery to get some fresh air, smell the sea, read the sky and risk a weather forecast. Then, in silence, we will listen to the ocean, each lost in our own thoughts. I will feel at home on this gallery, isolated between sky and sea, but fully alive, in friendship with the planet and its inhabitants. These moments of twilight during which nothing happened have strangely inscribed themselves in my life and my memory has preserved them like precious fragments of happiness. "
"Sheltered behind the forge, we silently contemplate the Iroise lighthouses which, in near-perfect synchronization, have come to oppose the dawning night with their ballet of colored lights. Every evening of the week, we will reproduce this way of doing things: we will both go up early, we will hang around a bit, we will talk a lot while wiping down the group that has just stopped, we will sing to celebrate the silence that has returned, we will laugh at nothing. While the alcohol lamp heats up the burner, we will go out onto the gallery to get some fresh air, smell the sea, read the sky and risk a weather forecast. Then, in silence, we will listen to the ocean, each lost in our own thoughts. I will feel at home on this gallery, isolated between sky and sea, but fully alive, in friendship with the planet and its inhabitants. These moments of twilight during which nothing happened have strangely inscribed themselves in my life and my memory has preserved them like precious fragments of happiness. "