Tag Archives: Cloudeight Essays

The October Rain

The October Rain It’s not supposed to be this way. The rain I mean. The sullen, gray skies belong in November, not now, not here, not in October. The October rain is cold and steady. The day is morose and dark. Not a sad day but a melancholy mood could set in if I were not careful. The… Read More »

Leave Something Of Yourself Behind

Leave Something Of Yourself Behind This may seem morose to you, but I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the world will be when I’m not here anymore. The world will go on and take no notice of my demise. So, that got me thinking: What will I leave behind when I leave this world?  It’s important… Read More »

Spam is Fun!

Spam is Fun! Note:  Please don’t try this at home. This is only for goofy people like me to try. If you read this and follow my example, you’ll probably only end up wasting time and getting more spam. Therefore this warning: If you follow my example you do so at your own peril.  (Was that a good… Read More »

Plum Brook

Plum Brook In the tall winds the seeds of old memories drift. On the updrafts and downdrafts and the vortexes of the tall winds, the tiny fragments of our lives float. Up and down and around they swirl, just below the veil of consciousness they tumble in the tall winds, until once in a while, like a nugget… Read More »

Twilight Time

Twilight Time Some nights I have trouble drifting off to sleep. I have so much on my mind: The events of the day, swirling; troubles bubbling up, worries weighing heavily, all stirred together into a dark disturbing dissonance. Most nights, however, when the convergence of daily troubles and worries from days and weeks and months before, becomes dim… Read More »