Not enough Coffee!!!

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“There is always room for more, more coffee that is!“ Gun Roswell 

Not enough Coffee!!!

The time of the day, when you simply want your big fat head to rest lay, alas the time is not really on your side, the reasons plenty to keep your eyes open and wide, but not even a smile emerges, as the urge to sleep, is too dire, and not even the house on fire, would get you moving.

So, the choice is obvious, or rather the cure, as this sleepy state,, really is a human ailment, something rather easily to be cured, as rest assured, if you get a hold of the strongest, darkest of liquids, known to human kind, the trust in me, you soon will feel, simply fine.

As this, sustenance, is totally divine, sent from the gods, up above (or wherever they just might be, looking down?) the cup filled to the hilt, then another and perhaps a third, not too soon, but neither too late to consume, the caffeine kicking in and then, all you can do is to dance and sing, and perhaps afterwards, do whatever thing needed to be done. 

Coffee, never too much of the stuff.

Colours of the Season

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“They might not be as green as they once were, but those colours, albeit faded, are still, luminous“ Gun Roswell

Colours of the Season

On the ground they lay, in somewhat of a disarray, still, not willing to give up, not just yet, even if the colours of summer, having turned to fall, had faded, soon to be incorporated to the awaiting dirt in the shade of the dullest of greys.

But, no matter the outcome might just be for them all, no matter the fate, these, faded colourful tiny beings seemed to be hanging on for a moment longer, making the onlookers heart sing, simply because the resilient fight they are putting on, staying strong, no matter the odds.

Sunday for the heal

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“Always take a load off, whenever Sunday comes along”

Sunday for the heal

The sunny days of Sunday may have been gone with the change of the seasons, but there is no reason to not to enjoy the day, with a seat on the outside or if too cold, simply by the window, to enjoy the views of nothingness and peace, as on the day of sun, it is time for non fun, more of the relaxation of any kind, simply just be, to reflect on the past week, for you see, tomorrow a new day rises, the dreaded Monday.

The cat in their spot

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“The cats always choose their places in those spaces given to them, and then it will be their spot and no one else’s” Gun Roswell

The cat in their spot

The cat in a chair sat, just because it was apt to do so

For hours on end, would they time on the chair spend

Watching and observing all those passing by, like a spy

Perhaps true, and maybe even part of some conspiracy

A plot device sent out here to destroy the human kind?

Well, what ever the cat’s purpose might just be

It was not clear to those passing as usually 

A loud purr could be heard from the very source

As those who dared to pet the sitting cat on the spot

Were soon rewarded with an affectionate nod

So, whatever you might think of this very cat

Choosing their very own place in this space we share

The street, the neighbourhood, the planet fair

Perhaps even an alien invader but, then again

Who could easily resist a soft purr and a fluffy figure?

Next time, when getting all around in the hood
Keep an eye open for that one cat you should

As befriending them might just be the best thing

Even if it was just an ordinary common place being

The breaking waves

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“The waters are calm today, only gently breaking against the rocky shores, like being no great chore at all” Gun Roswell

The breaking waves

The waters edge, the place where the waves and the land meet, the shores of beyond the rocky terrain, where few feet have trudged, because getting there is hard and difficult, often impossible.

But those who dare, can not stand and stare, after having reached, the sandy beach, and then in awe admire of their perfect score, as the views are not short of magnificent, but time there watching, observing spent short, as the storm will soon be upon and the sandy shores travelled upon will be gone, sunken by the roaring waves to the beyond.

Something which remains

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“There is always something which survives the harshness of changing seasons” Gun Roswell

Something which remains

The nature, something wild and untamed

Even if nothing remains the same, when seasons change

Somethings, will never yield

To the yoke of weather, no matter how extreme

Keeping on, hanging there for dear life

Surviving, no matter what just might be the strife

The pests of nature as some might call them

But in the end, it does not really matter 

These survivors of the harsh, will become so much better

Each and every passing season

Some say, this might just be even treason

From Mother Nature trying to prove being better

But humans do not understand

What the real struggle really is all about

As they are the ones pushing forward

Destroying all that which does not seem smart

Then again, who are they to decide

Because in the end, nature will always triumph

Long after the last human has disappeared

The weeds as they were once called

Have made their stance at the waters edge

Still surviving, even thriving 

In the summers warmth and winters cold 

Take a Ride on the Rails 

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“Riding in a bus that has clunky wheels and are set on top of some metallic looking rods, guiding the transport to some predefined destination sounds like a lot of fun!“ Gun Roswell 

Take a Ride on the Rails 

The train and the tram, are both set on top of tracks without any kind of scam, their destination never faltering, only slightly halting, but mostly going back and forth when the doors are closed,  around and around never bound, oh yeah, I think they’re called rails, made out of stainless steel or some sort and definitely no sails, but their destination never fails, even if it really is not set, as you know, they go back and forth or around?

Alas, do not worry, simply buy the cheap ticket and hop on at the nearest stop, and if you should happen to miss your intended stop, no problem, just take another round on the tram filled merry go round until the perfect destination is found and get off, or then simply continue the journey all day long, because you can, as the ticket will last for the day at least!

Take a steam bath, in a lukewarm Sauna (Happy Independence Day Finland!)

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“It is always warm in the sauna, the temperature close to subtropical, even more so, when pouring water onto the heated stones, the sizzling sounds, the steam, all of it, making it hard to breathe, at  least for a moment there, before it all settles and there is nothing more of to care, the ol’ brain having gone all mushy, and isn’t that just blissful!” Gun Roswell.

Take a steam bath, in a lukewarm Sauna

The Finns do love their sauna, there is really nothing there, holding trauma, simply the sense of family and calm, the warmth, water and smells of heated wood, filling the small dark corner of a nook, where the weekly grind will slowly but surely slide, off of any kind of skin, and it’s really not a sin, to just let all the worry go, take things slow, for a moment in time, even if needing to steal the spell, to have for oneself, then becoming one with the cosmos, as the fuzzy steamy atmosphere descends upon the small room, the place which the whole family shares, for just this one fleeting moment, letting go of all, embracing the nothingness and into it fall, until it is time to put another log into the fire, stir the steamy stones and wait for another heatwave to hit.

Happy Independence Day Finland! (established 1917)

Night Signs

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“Even in the darkness of night, there is plenty of artificial light, the signs lit, to the hilt, lighting the path of the nightly wonderer” Gun Roswell

Night Signs

Don’t worry about not seeing real good, when the darkness descends, because when you hit the streets, driving, walking, cycling, which ever format you may prefer, the lights of the signs, are there, all colours, shapes and sizes, keeping your path lit up without fail.

But even if they look all cool and making the rest assured, that the traveller will never fail on their path, stepping properly, during each pass, the skies will remain darkened, hardly ever light in there, as even the moon, may be hiding, not behind shroud of clouds, but rather, behind all the light reflected, back into the stratosphere.

And so, as a reminder, with all the artificial light scattered across the place, it will never replace, those wonders of seeing all the stars and planets, flashing their longs since dimmed light from a galaxy far far away, onto our paths.

Sundays, hanging by the poolside

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“Ain’t nothing like hanging by the poolside on a most sunny Sunday, having a smile and taking some off time” Gun Roswell

Sundays, hanging by the poolside

The Sunday started as pretty as ever, with the shining sun glimmering of the top of the blue waters, what a perfect way to wake up and start a perfect day!

Only working was required and so becoming totally inspired, dragging the chairs and tables outside, close to the open wide nature, at least the pool, because only a fool, would deny oneself a dip in the calming liquid, on such a hot day like this one is.