Harryharrys Stories

The scent of salt on the breeze, the fog, the chill and the autumn. The laughter, the lobsters, the murmur of the sea. The glow of a lighthouse. A wistful song sung in a pub. The liquor, the night, the crack of a bat striking the ball. The voice of a grandfather with countless tales to share *** According to some legends, the sea is the home of everything we have lost, of what we never had, of broken wishes, of sorrows, of the tears we've shed. I wonder if, down there among the waves, in all that blue, my forgotten heart is there too -Harry