The Old Lighthouse

As I approached the lighthouse, I was alone, like I had never met anyone before. Icicles hung down from the side of the house. On the fence, the gaps were filled with ice. The light on the top of the lighthouse went on,off,on,off. It was like I was in a horror movie! The trees were very old. I know because some bark fell on my head. The clouds were swirling around the top of the lighthouse. Moths were dancing around the light. The waves were bashing against the side of the ice. The sea was floppy and wavy, and really, really cold! The sea danced hopelessly across the rocks.