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.

Sunshine during a cloud day

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“Ain’t nothing better, than a little sun peaking through the thick cover of clouds in the middle of a rainy day” Gun Roswell

Sunshine during a cloud day

The foggy day, much to everyone’s dismay, was getting the mood all down, leaving nothing more behind than sad looking frowns.

It was by design as the greyish day, was there to slay, at least the people there, walking down below in much dismay.

Such is nature, always on the lookout to harm anyone who dares, to harm it first, and so, you get the gist of why all the foggish mist!

But, then, a hope of something appeared, right there from the cracks of the feared, ominous clouds over and beyond.

Before any of us could respond, with a cheer of some sort, it was all but gone!

Such is the power of nature, after all!

Wednesday (Netflix series) – new fanfic stories posted on ao3 and fanfic.net – December 2022

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Enid/Wednesday

I have uploaded new stories of fan fiction on Archive of Our Own (AO3) and FanFiction.net in the fandom of the hit Netflix series based on the Addams Family called Wednesday.

Following the adventures of Wednesday Addams in the Nevermore school for outcasts with her friends and well, love interests, namely her best friend and roommate, Enid Sinclair.

Go check them out here on AO3:
Wednesday – Alternate Ending (Season One) 
The rest of the semester not cancelled after all 

Or, on FanFiction.net:
Wednesday – Alternate Ending (Season One)
Wednesday – The rest of the semester not cancelled after all

Enid / Wednesday

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Sun cover protecting one and all

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“The sun might be shining, but there is always a crowd under the covers” Gun Roswell 

Sun cover protecting one and all

The sunshine quite strong, and there is nothing really wrong

But perhaps best bet still is, to not to stay under the scorch for too long 

And so, finding the perfect spot, to have a respite before a heat attack 

But finding one could take a while as everyone wants to hide

Under the parasol, in the very kind of  shade, man made 

As direct sun might seem like a lot of fun

But then taking care of oneself, better consist moderation 

And stay under the protective shade

Some kind of window view (from the past)

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“Take a peek through the ole looking glass and tell me what you see” Gun Roswell

Some kind of window view (from the past)

The view from a window, found somewhere in the midst of a travelling on the low, in an old school village, built by some ancestral people settling there before time itself was founded, well, at least so many years ago, cannot even make the count, but it does not matter, as this was all someone’s home and now, a treasure trove for us, so called modern people.

But, as you take a seat inside the shadowy home, the darkness the main event, no matter if the sun is still shining, the window sill beckoning, to take a peek to the outside, finding no people, no streets, only calming vistas, the homestead from a long ago, peaceful.

Staring through the looking glass, visions from the past emerge, the children playing, the animals roaming without restraints, simple life, simple times, it was all back then, the sense of family and belonging, across the times spent, at least in the imagination of the onlooker.