The lighthouse

Every morning Momo is awake before the sun creeps up above the mountain ridge. In summer, when the largest number of yachts rest in the harbor, this is a very early hour. Momo doesn&rsquo;t mind. He doesn&rsquo;t sleep well, anyway. The person in the mirror looks like his father used to look, the sick and withered version, not the hulking bull. A thought comes to Momo. What if his son looks in the…