“Life, death, life, things that nature, always come to mind, when sitting in absolute silence, by the seaside” Gun Roswell
Life is but a dream. Or so, it could quite easily seem. When seated at the soft and sandy beach. The calming blue waters gently flapping against the shores. Some would say the silence and the calm would be a bore. But for those of us waiting to simply ponder about all the wonders around. Well, noting could be farther from the truth so sound As both older people and some of the youth, need that special time, feeling fine. Simply, by sitting down and letting only the mind. Wander.
“Walking to the very end of the pier, well, look around, you don’t have to be a seer, to predict this outcome!” Gun Roswell
Predictions of a good view? Reserved, for the chosen few?
Hardly those as at all, as anyone could walk down the long way, finding the same display, as the rest of us could see gleaming from the seashore, never a bore, is the greeting for us in store.
The blues across the horizon, whether the sun or moon is on the rising. Whatever the time of the day, it does not matter as this, this is the best place.
The end of the pier, is where the sights so dear are seen. So, why would anyone want to go anywhere else at all?
Well, simply because, this place is not reachable by most. And maybe the seaside is not even your very special thing.
But whatever the case is, whether you love or maybe even hate it. Just try it once, take that walk down the long pier and who knows.
Maybe you too, will become a believer of the moon, the sun and even The view at the end of the pier.
“Spending my day by the waters edge, sitting on the ledge, pondering about life, and the is all just so very fine” Gun Roswell
The day quite warm and skies above clear, without any kind of stormy weather to fear Taking the long scheduled daily stroll, towards a special destination never, ever dull That certain one place, where time almost always stays, perfectly still, and the only chill Is from the cool and calming breeze, blowing inward land there from the high seas Which lets you finally breathe with so much more ease, than how the inland feels And as you make your way, to the very end of the pier and your eyes will their claim lay Onto the blueness surrounding the over all wild scenery, the wide waters and the skies You will know immediately as you take in the total sum of the sight, you will want to stay In this calming sootiness of a cocoon, forever and then maybe even one more day
“Surprise! There is sunshine in September too, way up North, alas, sometimes, it takes a while for it to rise” Gun Roswell
In a hurry, just, like always, so also, this morning Trying to beat the traffic and get to the seaside before the dawning To watch, experience and really enjoy, a spectacle, specially arranged by mother nature But I am so worried, I will be belated Alas, as I suspected, the time is not, on my side As I am trying, towards the goal, as fast as possible, to drive But, since the other drivers, seem to have, the exact same agenda I worry, that all this hurry, is only going to leave me in one big surrender And soon enough, my fears are materialized, as all the cars, come, to a full stop As if by some great plan, they all halt, right there on the dot Is it a red light or some other type of strife, I wonder just then Swearing, cussing, under my breath, hoping, wishing, not too much time to spend In this state of suspension, my face, in a constant animation Feelings rising, emotions getting spicy And then, just as all hope had been cast out the window The line of vehicles gradually start to move From the rear view window, I can see the water flow Closer, and closer I slowly like a snail approach The sun, rising, the reddish glow, reminiscent of a torch As I am finally reaching the spot, I quickly find the parking lot Rushing out of the car, I am running, even if it’s not so far The pier, where all the viewers are now In awe, admiring the reflected glow Of the sun rising in this Autumn morning Could not have asked for a better view for this dawning
“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell
When the early morning sun beckons For a day of total fun I reckon It’s time to put aside All the bad thoughts and worries
And outside, take a ride in a hurry Because this life will pass in a flurry So better grab on to the existing moment Stop yourself from being in this torment
Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow This day is rare, there are none to spare Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare
Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!
“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun” So, why don’t you, join in said fun?!?
“The beach beckons on a sunny day, just on the sand to lay” Gun Roswell
The seaside In the early morning Sun not yet set to scorching Sand, totally warm and white Water so very clear Tip a toe in Maybe take a short swim After all that Simply relax Lay, on your back Life is a beach after all That, is just a matter of fact
“The small spaces are the most comfortable ones, with little if no people present, and so, there is always calm without the puns” Gun Roswell
The small harbour waiting for the daily dose of people, on their way out to the great seas, perhaps some fishing to do or simply, for a leisure cruise, no matter what the purpose, the early morning always means some hassle. And then, the traffic jam is gone and left alone, are those few vessels, whom did not have any takers, at least, not today, but if they are lucky, then tomorrow someone them will be picking, for a ride out there to the lasting waves.
But, if you are not really a sea farer, not really, but you love the seaside, then why don’t you arrive to the harbour, just after the rush hour, fully prepared mind you, with a picnic basket in tow, even if you do not plan out there to row. The harbour life can be as much fun to mere observe of life, as getting out there in the open air of the waters, because a lot of stuff is going around all over the place in a small harbour area supposedly quiet, if you keep your eyes and ears peeled, and then interesting people, tall tales and other kinds of things, you me just be able to see and hear, and that is happening all in the calm of the small harbour environment.
“On a glorious summer’s day, crisscrossign around the bay, without a care of time or anything other chime, soon though, this holiday, will be over.“ Gun Roswell
The day sunny and warm, great as a matter of fact just after the storm. The question remained as to what would be the best way to spend it, as time left now was plenty. The calm between the weathers ever changing and really no time for complaining. The only choice really was to rejoice and pump up that feeling of having some fun out there in the warming sun.
Hitting the beach and finding a small boat so totally sleek. Then jumping right in an d hitting the blue waves, and cruising all day long before the winds once again would get too strong. Crossing the bay and then back again. Like a merry go round only better in so many ways. As it was on the seaside the waters making your smile. And the ride, well that too was quite wild.
In essence the day going fast by as having fun will apparently turn the clocks wind to faster than usual but still, taking a break in the midst of a stormy seasonal shake. Well what could be more greater than crisscrossing around on this small size lake.
“It’s always good to get to the seaside for a boat ride, no matter what size it might just be“ Gun Roswell
As the weekend finally begins, it is also the time for the heart to sing, not just because it is the end of the working week once again, but also because this means, setting trail for the seaside and then it is only a matter of time to hoist the sails and steer the boat towards the setting sun, or at least that will follow later, as the early morning haters, are now up and about, giving the passersby a shout of joy, as thus, the free time has begun and if lucky enough, the time of fun also begins. It’s not all just fun and games, a lot of work will be involved while being on board, but whatever needs to be done, sure beats the homey chores. And if the weather remains on our side, then the limit is the ocean wide and the open skies, and in my book, that is simply fine. Then after a while of sailing, a break is needed for the reeling. Time for eating, swimming and simply being, alive and well, inhaling the smells of the sea. Then off again, to some more time on the waters spend. If the choice was there, sailing to the world end, would be something, on the agenda, but for now, a quick three days dash, will clear up the itching rash, figuratively as the need for the sea, is always present when stuck on land. So, enjoying this time while we can, and that is really all we can ask.
“Good things, always come, in threes, at least, the three tall standing windmills” Gun Roswell
“There is nothing magical to the number of three” Some one supposedly wise, once told me But, here is the thing you see, where I so totally, disagree
For a fact, I myself, do know this one simple rule That good things, or even nice once, come in three for sure Whether it be, a special on chocolate bars at the store that rule
Or a good series of books and even, the holiday time in weeks Three, is totally the number that you want to seek And if for that advice, you want to call me a total geek
Then, so be it, because, well, I simply love, the perfect number three Maybe, you will too, if you just, take a chance and let yourself it feel The enlightenment, which this then follows, well, may or may not set you free
But what ever you believe, hear, see, or even do You so have the power, to do the do and choose The perfectly rounded and open hearted glue
Yeah, you guessed it, it is so, the number of them all The belle of the proverbial and even true ball Number of three, it has the world and even more!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 