“The tall shadows of a low hanging sun in the winter time look gorgeous, but scary too” Gun Roswell
The tall shadows of winter
First snow fell, heavily onto big piles, all over, the grey ground Not one single spot of dirt, or other matter, was there, to be found And as the sun started shining, on one slow afternoon leaving Tall shadows across the snow in its wake, making shiny sparkles Like tiny little diamonds, so gorgeous, that all those of us looking At them, could for a fading moment enjoy the captivating spell Of this one and bright winters day, after the long and cruel darkness Broken if only for a tiny fraction of time, and then feeling fine Almost divine, until it was once again, completely, and totally dark But even after the bright sun was gone, remaining only, was That one and hopeful spark, that one day soon, after the moon Had gone to sleep, the sun would come back, and then maybe, stay Forever, and then all of us dwellers could spend all of their days Counting the newly formed, and various kind of shapely shadows Sometimes tall, more often times short, but the hope of the light No matter if it was shining bright, was in their own hearts, forever
“There is snow on the ground again, a lot of it!” Gun Roswell
Peekaboo, through the wintery view
A forestry type setting As the son slowly letting The change of something Quite new and alluring White and crispy clean Still untouched not seen The view from behind The trees to a divine Setting from a fairytale Which is not for sale And lasting only for a while And then it’s gone with a cry But even if you manage somehow To capture the image right no You can see much more Than any picture has in store A moment of perfection Fleeting by to a direction New and most likely fine
“The colour so bright, this thing, totally, caught my eyes!“ Gun Roswell
The Red Trike
The painted fire red engine colour shining across the grey a monotonous basement of a parking lot, and it really wasn’t that difficult to spot, that totally gorgeous vehicle of a thing parked across a few dull looking four wheeled drives, so guess this tiny thing, just wanted to survive, the looks given by those big ass bullies, mocking its very existence, while missing a wheel, for instance.
“What the hell kind of a car are you anyway?” One suburban, one the larger side, with its wheels ever so large and wide asked, the tiny thing, huddled away now, in the corner to stay while, its driver was doing the shopping for the weekend, and some time away from this small trike spend.
“I am a trike, but weather proof!” The red vehicle replied, trying that, with a small smile, after all, this was its first time ever, in a great big mall, and to be honest, it really did not like at all, the banter, or rather hate talk, from all the others around there, giving it the scare.
“Oh, a trike huh?” A regular size car, commented, with a snarl, “Where does your owner, get to put all the haul, which they will most certainly have on them, as they come down from the shops.” It stated snidely as if it had some kind of revelation widely unravelled. “There is no real trunk or any kind of other place to put on all that junk, they will most certainly have scoped out, from all them shops and then bought, surely you can see the dilemma and the irony, of being such a tiny, tiny thing, despite the red armoury?”
The red trike thought for a moment, then with a loud huff and puff, it extended out its sides, making the body of it ever so wide, but with a large smile, a bit of an evil one at that, the red trike, showed off its assets quite nice, as the two, quite big tubes appeared, and as the very lids of them sprung open, the others, those even with snide remarks, could see now, clear as day, that this small trike, had a lot more on display, than what the spying eyes initially had seen.
“What do you think about my trunk now?” The red trike barked out, “Plenty of room for stuff and such, and even the rider, has leg space enough!”
No further comments were heard from the floor, as the vehicles just shut up and all their doors, as mocking such a tiny little red thing, seemed to have been a good pass time, before their owners would bring, all their shopping, filling the spaces and then some more, indeed, the little red trike, was the winner of them all, on this grey looking and dull day, at the shopping mall, then making sure the owner had plenty of space for all the stuff bought and maybe even some delicious s’mores.
“Taking a trip to a place, way, way off the grid, a pretty city in the surreal timeline, well, of sorts” Gun Roswell
The skyline surreal
The distorted vision greeting me, as I step through the gate to great unknown, the city in the distant horizon once looming, now revealed to me in its full bloom, a place out of time and space, which never quite the same stays, is now right in front of me, for me to a tour of it to do.
It was not an accident that made me wander to this place, but more of an act deliberate I popped in to all these views, as you see, I once dreamed of this magnificent skyline of sorts, and knowingly the entrance then for quite the while sought, and finding it me to this city now brought.
It might be just a simple dream I am still in, a vision quest of sorts, having me visiting a vista a totally adore, and being truthful I may just be cozily in my own bed with a snore, but nevertheless, this image I am now in was totally worth whatever the cost and so, I keep on going deeper and further inside of it all, taking it all in, no matter if I am a wake or simply in a state of dreaming.
“Take a seat, on a soggy and drenched bench, in the middle of the night, just, out of spite.” Gun Roswell
Seated in the middle of the foggy night
The night ahead long and dreary, as was the path of walking home, as the only option due to a slight misunderstanding now the arduous task, which could a long while last, and the cold rain and hard winds, certainly did nothing to aid the progress of getting there quickly and safely. But, as there really were no other options left, except, perhaps to curl up in a fetal position and cry, then try to move ahead seemed to be the logical thing to be doing, in the middle of the night without too much fight in sight.
Just as the threading was becoming as tired and dreary, the power of the carrying limbs almost gone, and the readiness of giving up and curling into that tempted ball was all to think about, something out of the blue could I spot. A bench, under the trees, tucked safely under there, away from the storm and rain and the constant pain of the sore feet, as the wrong kind of footwear caused the stains not yet seen. But this respite appearing out of the blue, might just have been the saving place to do, some rethinking of the stupid plan of wandering off in the middle of the night, and so without any fight, I decided to stay on the bench and wait for the inevitable sunrise.
“Got some fresh fish and put them in a newspaper together with some greasy potatoes and what have you got? A meal to go!” Gun Roswell
Fish and chips, why not!
The trip to a near by land, the cities totally grand, all the museums, sights and other kinds of monuments around you would want to see them, while walking all around, alas even if it was all totally exiting and new and all worth the while, history unravelling right in front of the very eyes, one thing was certain. The constant presence of hunger, something which could not be satisfied with mere visionary and auditory pleasures. That of course was the hunger for sustenance.
So, what else was there to do, except to stop the expedition into the great unknown secrets of this land and then, to start browsing the offerings they had considering the gastronomical delights right there at every street corner, in the form of a tavern or a bar, as you really did not have to walk that far to find one establishment serving foods beyond this galaxy!
Sorting through the various menus while browsing the food courts windows, the multitude of what is available for the digestive system is something to be reckoned with. This big city with all its treasures, certainly has the food enthusiastic on their toes as there are so many things to choose from. Alas, then something interesting catches the weary travellers eye, taking it as a sign!
“Fish and chips for only just under ten!”
This must be a heavens sent and so, the choice is quite obvious, as a delicious dish for fish and chips soon will be ordered.
“The weather had finally turned from the dreary damp darkness of the fall to the long over due and now perfect crisp frozen calm of the winter’s balm” Gun Roswell
Cross the frozen stream to get to the other side
The day emerging from beyond the moon and the stars, not quite the warm and expected as the day before, rather the cold and calm and frozen air, beating the face now in despair as as soon as door to the outside is opened, but that is no reason to stop hoping, that despite the snippy feel of the outdoors, something nice and gorgeous waits there to be explored, out there in the snow filled forest.
But, the first step to conquer before getting too the actual price, and to the something wonderful and nice, is to cross the river wide, which was only yesterday flowing wild with pride. But a nice surprise waited the traveller when reaching the site, as the flowing waters no longer taunting and snide, as all of it was now frozen to a solid surface, the wonders of this season and from Mother Nature, not a hater of any wanderer ready to make their way to the wintery scene, to admire the newly made formations of snow and ice, the sculpture like features and other kinds of creatures now roaming about the winter’s palace just beyond the frozen stream, for the travellers daring at reach.
“The blues are in control, now and forever, covering the buildings and the skies“ Gun Roswell
Cool Blue Hue up and into the Skies
Glass on the walls, glass on the floors, glass even covering the doors and roof, as there is clearly proof, while the skies of blue, are slowly but surely taking over the tall and proud building, trying to reach for heavens, and now, it found the way, to the ever lasting blues.
But, this is not a bad thing as the blues will totally make those dwelling inside to sing, the blues but in a cool calming tone, chilling and elating everyone to the core. Alas, fear not as it is all very good, the feelings and sensations coming from the above.
The blues, can be a song, or a colour most serene, even a feeling when you want to dream, and during that time you are seeing, perhaps the future of a blue hue, living inside of it in a tall glass building, the blue cool skies scraping.
But then again, you may just want to dwell inside the blue, no matter of the place exists up in the skies or down on the very ground, it’s all perfectly good, as life in the blue should be just the way you choose, without too much confusion getting in the way.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 