I let the sunshine in and show you the world outside, but if you try to walk through me, you will have a bad time. What am I?

I am always waved at. Sailors avoid me, tourists visit me. When the weather is bad, that’s when I am at my best.

When life take your breath away, I give it back

In the night, a steadfast light, guiding ships far from plight. Like a lantern on a wintry night, it stands firm, clear, and bright.

Head. Time. Throw. What word can precede all of us?