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.

Kevin Haggerty - #1 Worth It?

Collapsed beneath the steel frame-work, looking up through the tower that will one day be, he is struck by the similarity of this moment.  So many years ago he had witnessed this experience as a child staring up through the jungle gym, straining to keep his eyes open as the sun shone day from overhead.  He had giggled then, ignoring the pain reverberating through his skull as the swelling began.  All he could feel now was the chill in his spine as the warmth seeped through his hair.  He knew he shouldn’t have tried to climb it, but he just wanted to feel that separation from it all again, crossing between the bounds of the city and the sky.  He giggled one last time.