The Great Gatsby (and the blinking lights)

Do you ever feel that you have landed in the middle of a book?

Sometimes, you go a place and suddenly these scenes that you have read come back to you as a 'deja vu'.

Some weeks ago, I went to northern Italy where I spent an evening at the shore of Lago Maggiore, the large long lake north of Milan.

Here I went at dusk in the twilight - everything was so beautiful and tranquil; the only sound around was the water lapping up against the side of the few sailboats already in the water and a lone seagull's cry in the air. 

And then this alternate red and green light blinking at me indicating the entrance to the small harbour.

... he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, as far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling. Involuntarily I glanced seaward - and distinguished nothing except a single green light, minute and far away...
— F. Scott Fitzgerald

At that moment, I really felt that Jay Gatsby was staring at me from the other shore waiting for his beloved Daisy to come and rescue him - the green light at my side beckoning him.