Kevin Haggerty #2 - Thursday Mornings

The crisp sea breeze cut through his t-shirt and the briny moisture tore away at his spirit.  That air that had for so long been a reminder of home now merely tasted of bitter disappointment.  It was obvious that the cheery recollection of a night spent walking on the shore was being used as a masochistic memory meant to mitigate the reality.  As things were, who could say what would come of the next moment? Or what may be carried along on the next shore bound gust?  The trouble was though, that that tomorrow remained the unattainable, a distance that could never be shortened.  So, disenchanted by the certainty of what he was already sure of, and the confusion of what he’d never know, he continued his trek through the tumult of time, making no headway. The sea was unsettlingly calm.