http://slow.writerscafe.org/CloudST The original writings of author Esther Jacoby en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776073799 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was cold outside and the day was alreadyturning to dusk by the time I finally took my coat and left. The rain touchedmy face, caressed my shoulders. I didn't want to look up and instead focusedon the autumn colours being trampled by my feet. The warm orange and lightbrowns of the oak leav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CloudST/1554232/ I will never forget the lastmorning I shared with my wife.  It was acrisp cold autumn morning and we decided to spend the day by the lake.  I can still feel the dew covered earth on myfeet as we walked side by side in silent companionship.  It was always like this between us, we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CloudST/1552665/