the moon twinkles through the stain glass window, a mysterious echo surrounding the cottage. it is a continuous echo that is a calming and soothing to the human ear. the moon is majestic, a creamy sphere filled of magic, with talents that have great power. a charcoal black fills the night sky, the stars act as little highlights scattered throughout the forever lasting darkness. it is a mystic harmony, the moon a twilight mystic dream, the stars glowing with twinkling energy. the cottage is old and rustic, - almost vintage. its built on jagged rocks that protect it from the ocean, receiving an occasional sea spray on the brick wall that protects the inside of the cottage. the rocks surround the cottage, like guards at a queens palace. the salt water is like a swirling a dangerous whirl pool, it moves with strength and the upmost speed. i stand on the wooden jetty, hanging on to the post with all of my strength hoping that the cottage will protect me, just like the rocks do for it.