any other time , i might have found the experience of walking across the heptastadion at night exciting.large waves crashed against the elevated causeway , splattering me with the salty spray.the night air was chilly , so i drew the dark cloak-like scarf around me tightly as i made my quickly down the slippery stones.several hundred feet later , i stood hesitantly at the base of the giant lighthouse , staring upward at the golden glow of its fire .