"One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, 'We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I'll make one. I'll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I'll make a sound that's so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I'll make me a sound and an apparatus and they'll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life.'"
Ray Bradbury, The Fog Horn, short story
Fans of Ray Bradbury (and we are legion) know the immense depth and richness that make his stories unforgettable. I've read The Fog Horn perhaps a half-dozen times over the last forty years. It is always as fresh as a slap on the face.
If you need a list: The Martian Chronicles; Dandelion Wine; The October Country; Something Wicked This Way Comes; Fahrenheit 451; The Illustrated Man; A Medicine for Melancholy and, The Golden Apples of the Sun, which contains the story quoted above. This is a just a partial list, but it should get you started.
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