“No, this cannot be happening! We, are out of, coffee!!! Gun Roswell
Monday’s with(out) Coffee?
What is a Monday
But a slow day of Sunday
Without coffee
It’s just a faded copy
It’s just what you seek
So, don’t hesitate
Go ahead, start the week
With a fresh, clean slate
Make your way
To the coffee maker
For a while stay
After all,
You deserved a break
It’s just Monday after all
“Take a seat, in the middle of the snowy scenery” Gun Roswell
The seat and the snow
The white and crispy clean snow, beckoned to venture outside, to the seashore, even with the hard wind blowing. But the sun was shining so brightly and the glittering slopes, or rather huge piles of the same stuff, were perfect for any kind of wintry activities. So, picking up a pair of old school skis and a kind of a rusted and somewhat busted sleigh, and then, out the door was this eager snow loving persons way, and in the open wide wild nature to stay, as this was a perfect of days for such fun activities.
Then after so many hours, which in all honesty were just like thirty minutes or so, the sings of exhaustion started pulling towards some kind of respite for a moment to stay. As the overall physical condition were not really equipped for such a sudden outburst, where sweat and pumping heart was part of the equation. Spotting the best place in the park, and like an x marked red bench, was waiting for this tired old ass, to take a load off. And the scenery, wasn’t too bad either, as it was the best spot to spy on all the others, having their wintery fun too, on this Sunday, somewhat overdue.
“The cats know how to take thins slow, taking their time and enjoying, life” Gun Roswell
Cats in a row, taking it slow
Wherever in the world you go, there is one thing in common to show, and that is, that all the cats, either seated in a row, or not, they all are really taking things slow. And, it is almost like if they would know, the secret to life, as they sit there, all quiet, without worries, cares or other types, and they simply, enjoy, life.
So, why can’t we follow their lead and just go out there, maybe on the pier. Sit in neat rows, watching the boats, and not have a worry in life? This could be so totally fine, right?
“Oh winter, you are such a b… Ah, just forget about it, I’ll just deal with it!” Gun Roswell
Winter morning in the snow
It had been quite the night, the freezing weather and the howling winds alike. Not one single moment of sleep, only a nightmarish slumber non too deep. All of this causing fowl mood and slight headache in the early morning hours, and nothing not even the darkest of coffee, was enough to lift the spirits up.
But as I looked out the window, I could see, lots and lots of snow. Gone, was the dull and grey and even if this meant I had to at the handle of a shovel for sometime to slay, to dig out a path from the house. Then it was all good as the crisp clean planes of the snow covered grounds, were now sparkling as the sun had come out.
Even if I openly despise winter as a whole, there is nothing more gorgeous than a clean world outside the widow after a night of storm. As it just might be enough to make even the most cold hearted hater of this, unforgiving yet quite necessary season, quite whole.
“Wintery forest, is quite gorgeous, especially in the morning” Gun Roswell
The trees are made of white stuff
In the early morning, just when the sun is yawning
Step into to the magical realm, where threes of white dwell
The quietness of it all, makes seem like time has stalled
And if you listen really carefully, you can hear the songs
Sung by all those beings making their home in there
Far away from the real worlds disturbing stares
A magical winter wonderland for those true seekers
Whom others might call, total and utter geeks
But you and me, we, both know that what you want to see
Can be much better than what those non-believers redeem
To be hocus-pocus, so never mind, just enjoy the find
As this is as rare as it truly gets, out here
“A road-trip in the snowy countryside, it is so totally divine!” Gun Roswell
Snowy roads, just ahead
In a hoarse driven buggy or a sleigh, it is all the same, as riding the snowy country roads is a bit of a game. As sometimes the lanes are not cleared from snow, and you might be hanging down a snowblowers tow. The other option is the slippery slope concoction, when the melting weathers, have turned the roads into non-pleasure. But hey, it is a fun kind of a ride, like some wintry exotic slide, as you venture down these snowy paths, it can be quite the blast as long as it lasts.
Mind you, to take a few precautions are good to take, like padded pants and water tight boots, as the bumpier the ride, the sorer the poor behind. So, buckle up, let out the puff and down the fun filled adventure you go! Oh, and one thing more, remember to take some carrots and apples, for the horses who will be doing most to the tackle, slaving away, while dragging your carcass in the cozy comfy sleigh.
“It’s an odd effect, up there in the sky, especially during this seasonal time, yes, I am talking about the sun” Gun Roswell
Sun reflected, just before the setting
It was an odd effect to say the least, as the January evening sky, filled with such magnificent light. It wasn’t as bright, as those days of summer’s nights spent, watching the skies, hoping for something great to pass us by. Despite the long-lasting darkness, of the Polar Nights effect, which often frightened us, leaving us void of any contact to the eternally burning bright light high up there, in the stratosphere. Then with that one terrifying thought ever present, the sunshine will never again us warm pleasantly. But, today, all doubt could finally be cast aside, as the blue hues out in the open wide skies, burst into a moment of sunshine, just a few though, before a slow and generous colour of bright red, spread all over, making the horizon look like a priced painting stolen, for all to see. This special treat won’t soon most likely repeat, but until next time, this will leave us feeling, just fine.
“Even if it was hailing and storming or even of a worse fate, I would still make my way to the lake“ Gun Roswell
Grey clouds over the lake
The almighty weather gods, were definitely not, on my very side
On this gloomy day, I had planned to venture, to the open wide
Of the great lake, to possibly, set sail, as it always made me smile
Not because of the sailing itself, even if it was all calming as heck
But the mere feel of the wind on my back and the sun on my face
The freedom of going anywhere else, or then just staying in place
What ever it was to be said, about the waters cool, calming effect
Today, it did not seem to be meant, for me at least, as a big dent
In a form of a weather front, with the biggest of hugs and puffs
As the winds were picking up, howling, and bringing up a gust
Never seen on the side of this lake, or even on the dry of the land
Clearly, it was no made up effect fake, but as I had already planned
To spend the time, here outside, I would not let any kind of weather
Keep me off of my pleasure of a leisure time, down by the lake side
Rain or shine, or even pouring, cats and dogs hailing, I would not care
As this was my time, and what ever happened, I would enjoy myself
Rantings Of A Third Kind 