Magda

Im in the lantern room, sketching with my sketchbook and pencil, and I sigh at the boring landscape. The grey skies cry, with rain slamming against the giant window. I huff and erase the entire sketch. I slip on my boots and my rain coat and walk out of the lighthouse, gently shutting the door behind me. I take a walk and clear my thoughts, my hood up and coat zipped and buttoned. I just walk around the clifftop and lake for a while.