Pt Betsy Lighthouse

Above the trees, I saw raging clouds trying to kill the sun. I looked to my right and saw a two-storied house, with a lighthouse as still as a statue. I walked forward and saw freezing cold ice, like a wall of rock. The trees felt like sticks of rough sandpaper and looked like water pipes. The waves were as small as ten ants stacked on top of each other. The ground was cold, like in a deep down cave. Icicles hung to the shore like vines on a tree.