Across the snowy bridge

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“The winter time can be quite magical, if you let it be” Gun Roswell

Across the snowy bridge

Not quite frozen but not really flowing either, the slow flowing creek now, in the middle of the winter. As the snow covering it, could be just a trick, tempting to step on it, even if none too safe at that. But, thinking of it really carefully and acting accordingly, maybe a safe passage across the Schrödingers’ bridge dilemma of a watery way, could be solved in a fashion without missing the play. A large tree, just up the creek, might just be the answer to that which you seek, as a tall branch once, now laid on the ground, acting like a makeshift bridge, as if it was simply made for exactly this. Snowy and slippery it was, but crossing it, would be a blast, an adventure in the middle of the winter, although, maybe with a few splinters. And that was the magical thing of it all, as you never really could be sure as to what to expect, so better always to be, watching that next step before leap.

A hidden message in the fresh snow

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“A smiley face inside a heart, drawn in the fresh snow – just a simple reminder of happiness and love” Gun Roswell

A hidden message in the fresh snow

A child’s play or an adults joke, was right there, in plain sight, just to poke, those familiar feelings, long since forgotten, dormant in the depths of the very protected soul of a being, once called human, now only fleeing, from any kind of warm contact. Even, the cool, calm exterior, the stoic stance, was all, just an act, it did not matter because nothing and no one would ever be able to attack, those inner hidden qualities, most of thought now lost for good. But suddenly, the hidden message written in a messy drawing, stirred something there, and now, without any kind of fear, and odd expression emerged from out of nowhere, half scaring the passers by, as it was also included with a loud noise. What on earth? Someone exclaimed, as the laughter and a smile, so filled with life and opened wide. It must have been a sign, that the end of the world was near. Alas, the owner of said oddity, did not care, but stood and stared, at the message and never letting, that good feeling, fade away. Not at least, today. No, but maybe, tomorrow, it would all go back to normal, what ever that meant.

01.01.2021

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“Nothing like saying goodbye to bad rubbish” Gun Roswell

01.01.2021

The new leaf turned as the New Year started
Gone was the good with the bad and the ugly, dearly departed
Now looking forward already plotting the new targets
But was this an elaborate ruse, designed by the market?
Making once again believe in me hope, when it all smarted?

Miracles do happen, someone might have said
And that in itself should have to plenty suspicions led
But the fool hearted believers had so many tears shed
As each and every day it had gotten harder up from bed to get
So, instead of casting all hope, deciding to expect better ahead

A new year, a new hope, a new time, to make all right
This was the mantra now after being tired of all the fights
Self doubt, closing the mouth, no more foul out sprout
Nothing was going to stop this year turning to something great
Even if in the back of the mind a thought off all being too late

But hey, what else could go wrong?