Tag Archives: Cloudeight Essays

November

November Here, in November, all things that grow upon the Earth choke on the cold, wet air and die unceremoniously in masses of brown death. Each November brings a pestilence of darkness. The sun goes to bed early and sleeps late every morning. The cold, nearly-frozen rain taunts the landscape, but stays just on the… Read More »

Fall Back

Fall Back I wrote last spring about not wanting to sound like an idiot by walking around saying “Daylight Savings Time”. The grammar police and other people who have no lives and nothing better to do with their time other than criticize people for adding an “S” to “Saving”, are adamant and will continue their… Read More »