Row, row, row your motorboat

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“Nothing more frustrating than trying to row a motorised seaworthy vessel, a lot of resistance and even more hassle“ Gun Roswell 

Row, row, row your motorboat

The weather grey and dull, feelings of soggy and null, but the one great thing about a grey day like this, something I would not want miss, for anything in the world, is to set a sea, towards the harsh waves to be hurled as it is totally unheard of, to go out to the waters edge, in bad weather rather best option is simply to stay in the comfort of your bed. But the road so far here to this pier has led, is telling me to go out there and have a totally fun filled day, out there without fail.

But, after riding along, the currents quite strong, the rains pounding over the bow, and somehow, the humidity getting inside of the engines normally fine. Soon enough sputter and coughing the only sounds heard, until the whole setup was done for it and totally died. So, the only option, as this dingy of a concoction, did not have any sails, was simply to cast the ores over the rails and then, gently row, row, row my way back home, and singing along, to that old song, the tune of the ditty, pretty and familiar as riding the calming waves back to shore.

Red, red evening skies

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“The skies are falling, the skies are falling, and they have now gone totally red!” Gun Roswell 

Red, red evening skies

The sun is nearly setting, very low in the skies, as it’s the season of revise, where nature and the rest, are preparing for the upon coming quest of darkness, rain of several ind and grey coloured nests. But, for today still, the joy of a colour filled globe about to go to slumber, after a days worth of rumble up there shining brightly and now, as the day falls, for a moment the time will stall, as the fiery ball, paints the horizon in the shade of red. And so, all the dwellers standing in total awe, gawking at the setting sun, as a past time, perhaps as a form of fun, because soon enough, there will be no more of these events, for a while at least, as the seasons expectations are those of dark nights and days, filled with somewhat of a dismay. But no matter the strife, as it will last only a while, and then before the warm sun will be seen and felt high up there in the wide skies and several more events of skies red will follow for all our enjoyment.

Grey on the waters

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“There is always so much darkness before the lights are turned on, am I right?” Gun Roswell 

Grey on the waters

It is the seasonal darkness, which comes around with so much grey in it, just, when you look outside, there is no doubt of the day on the yearly calendar, the fear soon arising as well, and easily will put the mood in so much dismay, as it then becomes like a huge dragon to slay. As this happens, and you are feeling totally crappie, do not fall into the great big hole, and remain there like a mole, but venture out there, the nature more aware of the goings on of the season, because it is no elaborate plot or a treason, just a change. And maybe when, standing at the waters edge, look for any and all reflections there, of the happier times, which made you smile, then dare, borrowing a small boat and take her out there, to the beckoning waters, no matter how full and grey, because today, you will that fearful dragon slay, and ride happily into the non existing sunset. As now you have turned the darkness into plentiful colours of beautiful bright light. And it wasn’t even that big of a fight!

Seat in the rainy park, simply smart!

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“It rains, but it pours, and I feel like sitting on the bench in the park, not very smart?“ Gun Roswell

Seat in the rainy park, simply smart!

When the heavy rain starts, usually, it’s time to run, away and to safety, to ultimate goal is trying to remain dry, and for most dwellers when outside, that kind of set of mind is simply fine. And why would it not be, as getting all wet and soaked is not much fun at all!

But, what of this one humanoid person, who thinks the rain is the answer to all their reasons of being here on the planet, and then what do they do to prove said point? Well, run outside of course, like there is a fire up their a..e, finding the nearest seat, hopefully in a park if they are close ton one, when this whole seasonal monsoon of an act starts. And then, it’s simply to chew on the soaked up popcorn and enjoy the show of Mother Nature’s from the very beginning, listening to the tiny rain drops singing as they venture from the highs of the skies to the lows of the grounds. Nothing can compare to the spectacle of this magnitude, where all the blues skies are now turned to darkened greys and where once was solid ground, now are puddles, most likely turning to lakes. So, understandably, this is a great show, for anyone not afraid of the unknown, or even the known!

Cat naps

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“Cats like to nap, quite a lot, and that seems to be the only constant in the universe” Gun Roswell 

Cat naps

Cats sleeping? In the middle of the day? In the perfect sunlight of a spot? Sounds like something all of us would like in to partake! It’s a most ingenious way of life, especially when you are lucky enough to live in a warm house, then pick and choose your perfect spot and take the nap without any doubt. Indeed, a life so perfect and without much stress, simply sleeping without caring any less of the going ons off of the world around, simply dreaming while in a sleep sound. And hey, who could blame them, as this is the most efficient way of spending a day!

So, Hoomans, why not follow the example, of these furry felines, who are not lying, when the are lying as it were, snoring and dreaming and all of that scheming going on? Perhaps, but who knows what goes on in the mind of a deep sleeper, so do the best thing, and find the best spot, maybe not on the floor but wherever more comfortable imaginable, then take a load off, and dream away the day. After all, life, is supposed to be a dream, right?

Thick blues and clouds in the night sky

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“The night sky, relentless to turn into darkness, keeping the blue hues of the day” Gun Roswell

Thick blues and clouds in the night sky

When the night time falls, there is a brief moment, where time stalls, the surroundings getting a moment of a different colour from that of the day and the night. It can be in a chosen shade and today, it is a tad of the darker side of the spectrum. The Blue Moment, as it is most commonly known for those dwellers, who cannot wait to experience it at the break of night, when there is no more room for anything more work or fight, it’s just the time of rest, but the best part is this special show up in the evening skies, before the moon and stars come out. Despite the thick coverage of clouds, grey or white during the daylight hours, now, all of them painted in the same shade of blue as is the rest of the nature, all the elements, even the waters and nature, covered in the same blanket of deep blue. And then before the onlookers even realise, the night has fallen and the blues are almost gone. But the pale of the moonlight, will continue with the same shade for a while longer, until the it will all get darkest at night.

Leafy

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“There are so many colours out there during the gorgeous autumn time, and it’s all very pretty isn’t it just!” Gun Roswell 

Leafy

The trees are all changing colour, as the greens of the now moved away summer, just a memory now, but instead of moping around, thinking of what was first found and then lost, look instead at the plethora of a new and improved scheme, as painted all over the trees, all of them leaves in a different shade, of yellows, oranges and the brightest of reds, before it is time for them to go to their winters bed, to the ground, not to be found before the spring of next, nevertheless, it’s still not that time, so smile and glance around see what else can be found, in these colours proud and loud, so to please the crowd.

And, before this fleeting moment has passed, because it was never meant to last, just like the longer version before, that of summer, now totally gone, enjoy the tableau of this  painted  multicoloured mess of sorts, as it certainly is not a bore, as each time you get outside into the nature around, you will find something you can adore and then realizing hopefully, that this brief but colourful time is a score, more than the rest of the year’s changing seasons, even becoming a sort of a cliched folklore, for all to know.

First snow fall in Autumn 

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“It’s that season again we have dreaded all autumn long, you know, the one when snow starts to fall” Gun Roswell 

First snow fall in Autumn 

The early morning hours, feeling sleepless and restless, so sneaking a peek, through the curtains thick, which were designed to make me sleep, but tonight we’re working not. Spying the very horrors hoped to have been able to be avoiding this year around, alas the dreaded weather gods, in their very wisdom had decided, the overwhelming warmth of summer now passed were throwing some cold kind of shade onto our paths. As what did I with my own two eyes in the middle of the night spy, but severe snow fall, the ground now covered in the supposed fluffy white! I was so shocked and surprised I could not even cry, as if having been thrown from one deep end to the other without any kind of breath, all the air left to breathe now gone, as the shock of it way too strong. Yeah, I know it’s just weather, just the thing to perhaps expect during this season, but as theses days it seems, to always be the extreme of this and that and unusual high or low, then yeah, guess my shock was not that surprisingly strong?

Juicy Fruits, hanging low

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“The bounty of nature just at reach, as the fall of seasons prepared the feast” Gun Roswell

Juicy Fruits, hanging low

The seasonal harvest started with a single song and dance, up until very midnight to last

A festival of sorts, to celebrate the offerings ready and waiting to be collected, never neglected 

And so, after the party, there will be much work really hard, but if the workers play it smart

They can easily take part in all the daily routines, and then when evening emerges, the fun can continue 

While giving thanks to all that wondrous bounty, making its way to the tables, plentiful like on all the fables 

Definitely all of it well worth the hard work put into the collection of all, fruits, berries even a few vedgies

All of it easily picked and plucked from the fields and trees, as this year they all had had very good luck

And so, as the harvest is being preserved, to the upon coming season of cold and weather blurred

The  people keep going on, picking it all up, having a few bites in between work and life

And especially the juicy fruits hanging low, are the ones being called, as they keep the circular momentum going on

Coffee time again

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“The coffee time? Well, it’s always time for coffee so I guess, time is coffee and coffee is time” Gun Roswell

Coffee time again

The time for coffee, is always there

Whether you are are perky or in despair

It does not matter if you are at home or working

There is always a cup of coffee there on the lurking

The time is now and now is the time for coffee

Whether someone else in frustration is huffing

A true coffee lover does not really care

If others in stop and totally do stare

Just because you are the one with the cup

It does not mean, that you should stop

Drinking that one fine substance in the universe

The tastes, even the odour is simply diverse

So, never put your gears to reverse

Just because someone said, coffee does not rule

And for that, you can say, they are a total fool

Because coffee does rule, your world, all the world

And should you to some other universe to be hurled

Remember to take plenty of coffee with you

And introduce it to the local dwellers, for sure

So, is there time for a cup of some coffee?

Indeed, there always is, time for another cup of coffee