The Beam is Not the Lighthouse

When Geometry Barfs

They say they want a man who stands his ground. A tidy, unflinching private lighthouse you can swear by when the weather turns ugly. Until he actually shows up. Cute in theory, less so when the beam won’t dim just because your eyes are sensitive. Admiration is easy from the pier. But with him the beam is fixed, non-negotiable, and suddenly you’re the on…