Motorised Bikes

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“Choosing which silvery ride to take out for a spin for the day, at least, in the daydreams as these are all expensive and reserved!“ Gun Roswell

Motorised Bikes

A sunny day, the open streets, and that feeling of which some people of speak?

You know the one, that scene, when riding down a long stretch with the wind in your hair and insects in your teeth?

Well, guess a helmet and a shield would be the proper attire what you seek!

Still, well prepped is half the fun, right? 

And so getting on that bike, whether a moped or a totally fancy ride ending up having some fun while riding towards the setting sun.

The narrow street 

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“Take a stroll along the narrowest of streets, it’s not wide, but you’ll fit!” Gun Roswell 

The narrow street 

It might just be the most narrow street in the city, if not even the world, but once you are on it hurled, possibly when taking the wrong turn, simply keep on going, move along, walk through, as the end of it will be insight soon, and then you’ll be able to get, to a much more wider and comfortable set, of crossing streets, well, at least, something similar, perhaps, even the market square, that should be open and wide enough for you to finally breathe?

The Looking Glass

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“The reflections from the inside out and outside in, all coming together in a perfect mix“ Gun Roswell

The Looking Glass

The perfect view, from here to there and back again, the thin glass the only divide between, separating that which is here on the inside, to that which remains on the outside

Equal are they all in time, no matter where those left might reside, the reflections, as they are not there to divide, rather parse it all together, into a common guide

It’s all setting the scene, that not all as it was it seems, but whatever you want it to be, so do not trust your eyes, rather feel, the universe around you as nothing, is real.

The Long Road Ahead

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“The road ahead might be long, but taking the first step towards the goal is a start.“ Gun Roswell

The Long Road Ahead

The journey to be taken, sometimes alone, often times in company of others, might seem long. Especially when starting on it very young. But as the time passes, the small steps towards the goal ahead, seem less and less far away. 

Then again, some days, no matter how long the travel milages has you taken, the goal seems so far away, with the time running out and there still being so much of the stretch of it to catch along. Then what can you do? 

Well, your very best, perhaps with the existing style steps or changing a pace to reach that end goal while others are cheering you to move on.

The cookie thief

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“The cookies are so delicious, why not try to eat them all!“ Gun Roswell

The cookie thief

The sugar rush pending, whenever the smells of the baked goods are ascending, up and in the air of the house, where someone lucky person’s spouse is doing a favour for the hungry crowds.

The cookies are being baked and onto the plates laid, all warm and tasty looking, the perfect kind of cooking, the sugary blobs of flower and water and something else, but the baker never really tells.

It doesn’t really matter, as the taste of them is so good, and even if you know you really shouldn’t take seconds, thirds and even forth helpings of the good stuff, well, guess, this cookie thief, simply cannot get enough!

Because yes, even if the offer was there to eat as much as wanted, it feels like stealing, as it is soo damned good and can’t say no!

The bright ball of light

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“The sun will always rise, no matter the strife going on below” Gun Roswell

The bright ball of light

In the darkness no on can see, unless you are blessed with the eyes of a beast

In the sunlight, sometimes the complaint for it to be too bright and seeing too much, is not a treat

What is then the perfect middle ground?

And where can it be found?

Surely not the grey areas to hide behind?

But perhaps still, those shadowy corners with enough light, but still the calming darkness alike, make the perfect spot for a small dweller of the ground, feeling less of a, well, guess the words does not mater, not really, only the fact that the balance was finally found.

Tall Shadows 

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“The sun is so low, it takes so long, to travel to make all the shadows, for any objects standing tall, as well, the shadows too are looking so totally long“ Gun Roswell

Tall Shadows 

In the middle of the season, the winter feeling like nature’s treason, as to sun is out so rarely and then when it is there, hanging so very low and so, once hitting the supposed zenith, it starts painting its shadows, with the looks of something so scary, as they creep up, silently getting to the top of everything and everywhere, and that really is the scare as they look so totally dark and life like when they spike against the surfaces, so tall, making the onlooker feeling really, really small.

And that isn’t all, because if you take a trip around the premises, you might just take a fall, just because, they look so real, defences of sorts?

So, beware, when threading out there, in the midst of winter, on a sunny day, so to avoid the splinters, take a toll of all them shadows standing out there tall.

Sunset Tower

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“The rays of the setting sun hitting just the right spots, sending the rounded metal burning“ Gun Roswell

Sunset Tower

Red like a fire engines head, the burning fire of the setting sun reflected on the metallic surface

The man made object, the towering height coming to life only at this hour by the very light

Of the one object hanging high up in the skies during the days, but as the night falls it too to rest lays

But not before sending it’s shiny beams one last time across space and skies to land onto the metallic tower making it open up like a flower only not of nature

Spiky and Rough

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“It’s a defence mechanism for sure, but there is a certain lure to it.“ Gun Roswell

Spiky and Rough

The colours surely so appealing, the lush green, with a hint of neon feeling

But the spikes there, makes the smooth surface look so rough

Still, there is a certain urge emerging from deep inside, wanting to touch

As would it really hurt so much?

The danger there certainly so alluring, even if the brain is otherwise assuring

This is a no-no, for sure, not to be touched only admired form a far despite the very lure

And so, standing there, hypnotised, the hands kept in place by mere force of the will

The power from within, but I still want to touch even if it will end with an ouch 

Snow fall

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“Sometimes snow falls, onto the tall branches out there in the forest, where it’s all quiet” Gun Roswell 

Snow fall

The perks of winter, getting a new kind of wardrobe, at least over nature, covered all in the fluffy material, called snow, and just for show, it made its way all over and everywhere, not one single spot having been soared.

Deep in the forest, trees of the tallest too had their fair share of the snowy fall, together building a temporary but still solid wall, at least a visual one as it wasn’t impenetrable after all, simply there because and getting through becoming a sport of sorts.

Those athletic types skiing through them all, making more snow fall in their wake, but luckily the softness albeit cold and damp, never hurting those properly clad.