Tag Archives: Cloudeight Essays

The Pond

The Pond The pond that winter stilled with dark and moody ice now glistens under the crystal-blue vernal sky. The almost-hot spring sun and the cool spring breeze combine to make this day as perfect as any spring day can be. The silence that once living in the snow has passed on and given way… Read More »

A Stroller on a Warm Spring Day

A Stroller on a Warm Spring Day Today was one of the first really nice days this spring. It was the kind of spring day I think about when the wicked winds of winters rattle the windows and pound on my spirit. The sky was cerulean blue served up with a generous serving of summer-like,… Read More »

Ancient Souls

Ancient Souls I was seventeen-years-old and one of my best friends at the time told me I had an ancient soul. He told me I came from another time and another place. At the time I found it off-putting; I didn’t take it as a compliment. I tried to find a different soul and chose… Read More »

Daffodils in the Snow

Daffodils in the Snow It’s been a unusually brutal spring this year – unlike any I can remember. In fact, this spring hasn’t even slightly lived up to its name. Spring is supposed to be a time of rain showers and sun and temperatures climbing from the frosty depths of winter on their way to… Read More »

Having Fun Getting Old

Having Fun Getting Old For years and years I fought the facts of life – NOT THOSE! I fought the fact of life that I, the young man in a crummy old body, am getting OLD. I used to protest loudly if someone even dared called me a “senior” that I was getting to be… Read More »