Tag Archives: Cloudeight Essays

Autumn

Autumn In my little corner of the world, autumn has settled in. Walking outside it still feels like summer, but a quick glance at the clock when darkness falls tells me the days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer: A reminder that the bitter, biting and unrelenting winds of winter will soon whip the snow… Read More »

Earl

Earl It wasn’t long ago I watched him walk down the street with a sad, strange limp. In spite of it being a warm, sunny day, he wore a tattered jacket, brown and threadbare in spots, and buttoned up to his neck. His face wrinkled and worn, only showed me that age had not been a friend to… Read More »

We Were Friends

We Were Friends At first I pretended. I tricked myself into thinking it didn’t matter much that you were no longer my friend. Sometimes I make life too complicated: We were good friends and then we weren’t – it’s as simple as that. It’s kind of like being told you have a terminal illness – at first you… Read More »

Thoughts on the Passing of the Seasons

Thoughts on the Passing of the Seasons Drifting so silently we play wasting the hours, Warm in our knowledge of yesterday’s passing. We’ve met on the hilltops and parted near mountains, And we touched without feeling beneath a gray winter sky. Seasons. Never fails. They sneak up on you, don’t they? One day I’m looking out my window… Read More »

Painters

Painters It’s been a warm and beautiful summer this summer. One of the best summers I can remember.  Plenty of sunshine and beautiful pleasantly warm summer days. A summer just perfect for outdoor activities. Two of my favorite outdoor activities are walking and reading. Most people think of reading as an indoor activity and do more reading on… Read More »