Observation of a Lighthouse

I’m staring at the ceiling of my room. Light illuminates it through my open window. Off. My room is suddenly dark. A blink of an eye later I can see my curtains waving in the breeze again. It’s night but it’s not dark. Not for long anyway. I wonder if the light ever gets tired from shining through my window. On. Off. On. Nearby a lighthouse, there is never darkness and nearby your side there is never fear. “This is a love story”, says the fool.