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Natural History Museum in London for WWW I one
Natural History Museum in London for WWW I two
Posted in World Wide Wednesday
“When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life;
for there is in London all that life can afford”
Samuel Johnson
Natural History Museum in London
“The Natural History Museum in London is a museum exhibiting a vast range of specimens from various segments of natural history”
A Quote A Week Tuesday
Mundane Monday: High Voltage
Seat Sunday: A Seat Concrete
Black Cats for Caturday I four
Black Friday: The Finnish Way
Posted in Freaky Friday
“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”

Black Friday: The Finnish Way
“Bright light, bright light!”
“Oh my God, what is that?”
“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”
***
The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.
In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:
“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
***
Several months earlier:
It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March
An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.
“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.
“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.
But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.
Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.
For who knew, how long this would last…
Frosted for TBT
Posted in Throwback Thursday
“Winter covers the world in crystal white magic”
Carolyne Roehm
Frosted
Like icing on the cake
Frosting forms on the window
Where ever the wind cold blows
The fragile frozen flakes
Suddenly, without warning, appearing
Before once more disappearing
Shapes for the imagination
The nature’s true creation
Trying them to capture
Preserve for the future
Always fails
The only thing, which remains
Is a tall tale
Without any trail













