Tag Archives: Cloudeight Essays

On Spring and Dandelions

  On Spring and Dandelions Spring comes early this year. It will arrive late in the day on March 19th. I can’t remember it ever coming that early, but at my age, I don’t remember much… I don’t remember what happened the last time spring came in a leap year. It might have been early that year too.… Read More »

In the Twilight Time

    In the 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… Read More »

Old Enough

    Old Enough Recently – and I love that word because of its vaguery – I mustered up enough bravado to dig deep into the often frightful and always convoluted depths of my mind. While I was peeling back the layers of that gray onion – fifty shades of gray by now, I’m sure – I had… Read More »

Friendship

    Friendship At first, I pretended. I tricked myself into thinking it didn’t matter much that you were no longer my friend. 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 deny it, then someday you realize,… Read More »