Summer seats in the midst of winter

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“It might be hard to find a snowless seat in the midst of winter, at least outside, but in summer, there are plenty of respite to be found for the weary traveller“ Gun Roswell

Summer seats in the midst of winter

An image from a few years back, landed on the top of the stack. Take in the midst of summer, where the warm summer rains still felt like bummers, but drying up quickly, never leaving the wanderer sickly. Like it would happen right now, out there in the freezing cold weather and icy snowfall, especially if you were running out there in really short shorts. So, if you venture out there in the ice cold wintry scare, remember to bundle up, real tight.

But, for today, the enjoyment of a Sunday, non too sunny day, will most definitely be, the pictures I in front of me see. Those precious memories captured in the sunny and fun filed moments, on the warm streets, of the city, which, well usually during the night time sleeps, even in summer! And with that thought, I spend my day bundled up, in my very own spot, the recliner chair, as I am definitely not going outside!

Painting on the streets on a seat Sunday

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“The Sunday always brings out the artistic side of me or at least, the art buyer that is” Gun Roswell

Painting on the streets on a seat Sunday

The non too busy shopping streets on a Sunday afternoon is what most leisure shoppers seek. The peace and quite, simply to take the time to browse around the produce on sale, especially all of those handcrafted details. The painters there too, conjuring the caricatures of the odd passersby, most of the artwork done with a smile. And then making a sale of the same, both parties happy with the end result without blame. And one other thing seems to be common for both seller and punter, the eternal bargain hunter, is that of the afternoon sun, and when it gets too hot to be walking around, a cool and calming respite is the only thing to be sought, as it is something which easily cannot be bought. And a seat in the shade, well that is like winning a small lottery or top price to be gained and then, spending the rest of the day, on a seat without complaints, well, that is what Sunday is all about without a doubt.

Sundays filled with sun

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“Sundays, yes, those the fun days” Gun Roswell

Sundays filled with sun

Smell the roses, won’t you When you walk out side Pop into a garden, filled with the Colours of nature, trees, flowers

Everything you can imagine just For the visual pleasures of us all Stroll around, see the marvels

Sit on the bench, inhale All the fragrants, your nose could ever Have imagined, feeling peaceful, watching

The butterflies, birds and bees Busy at work, gathering their sustenance, but Your task, is to relax And there is really nothing wrong with that

The seat and the snow

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“Take a seat, in the middle of the snowy scenery” Gun Roswell

The seat and the snow

The white and crispy clean snow, beckoned to venture outside, to the seashore, even with the hard wind blowing. But the sun was shining so brightly and the glittering slopes, or rather huge piles of the same stuff, were perfect for any kind of wintry activities. So, picking up a pair of old school skis and a kind of a rusted and somewhat busted sleigh, and then, out the door was this eager snow loving persons way, and in the open wide wild nature to stay, as this was a perfect of days for such fun activities.

Then after so many hours, which in all honesty were just like thirty minutes or so, the sings of exhaustion started pulling towards some kind of respite for a moment to stay. As the overall physical condition were not really equipped for such a sudden outburst, where sweat and pumping heart was part of the equation. Spotting the best place in the park, and like an x marked red bench, was waiting for this tired old ass, to take a load off. And the scenery, wasn’t too bad either, as it was the best spot to spy on all the others, having their wintery fun too, on this Sunday, somewhat overdue.

Seated by the seashore in the sunshine with some corn

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“Take a load off on the sunny side of the winter’s storm” Gun Roswell

Seated by the seashore in the sunshine with some corn

The afternoon sun, reflected off of the freshly fallen snow, now covering the frozen waterscape. A solemn bench still remained by the seashore sat, as if waiting for someone to take a load off a spend a moment to escape, especially, on such a fine day. Alas the streets were quite empty, not really sure as to what that had prompted, as not one single passer-by was anywhere to find, even if the sunshine, should have tempted everyone out and about for a stroll or a simple fresh breath to allow. Hours passed again, the sun ready to set in, for the night ahead, but still, a few rays dared to peel through and then, one creature courageous enough, had come out and was now, seated, on the very bench, in the sunshine still at reach, snacking on his big acorn, delighted to do it in some peace and quiet as usually, finding such spot, would instantly cause a riot. But today, he got some alone time, surely rare, in the big city, open wide.

Seats for Sundays

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“A respite, on a sunny Sunday day, cannot lead anyone, astray” Gun Roswell

Seats for Sundays

Under a decorated window, a fire engine red coloured setup lies
Completely surrounded by flower pots, with various sorts, all of them bright
The comfortable and all so cozy extension of the house painted all white
Inviting all, friend, neighbour and even stranger, to sit, just, for a bit
As on this sunny day of a Sunday, after walking, you really needed, a respite

Two soft looking seats, awaited, in the bar, so modern and totally sleek
It did not take too long, for us tired and thirsty tourists, to sink into them deep
Not wanting to move a muscle, only trying to avoid all that hustle and bustle
Even a wave of the hand seemed a chore, but not wanting to be a total bore
A whistle to the server and soon enough, to sets of drinks were brought to this respite
So totally cool and calm, but mostly, for us, the perfect and best fit

The beckoning, of the bluest of the Mediterranean seas, on this sunny day
Lead the weary tourist, now looking for that perfect respite towards the bay
Where the perfectly made table and two chairs awaited to be seated on
The odours, the smells, of lunch time menus, so inviting and totally strong
It would have been utterly disrespectful and yes, completely wrong
To steer somewhere else and not to take advantage of this risen opportunity
Where taking a load off your feet, combined, with something great, to eat

Secluded seat off street

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“A private seat on a secluded street, hidden away from prying eyes, just so I myself, can spy” Gun Roswell

Secluded seat off street 

The hot and shiny afternoon sun beckons to join the fun
The eternal hustle and bustle of the streets busy with people bees
But I decided to do something completely different instead 
As i found a perfect spot for the duration and on life reflect
So, as i sit here, hidden, quietly and without any disturbance 
I start to spin takes as those passing by with their everyday lives
Unaware of being under a watchful eye of this, self proclaimed spy
Its good too, as the stories now filing my vivid little mind
Are sometimes pretty tales, but often times, really unkind
But nobody knows what is going on at the slow of the corner 
Where this one, life observer keeps on spinning the yarn
Who knows, maybe some day, there is a book out har- har! 

The seat on the sunny side of the yard

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“The sunshine too special to miss, sitting on the side of it, what a bliss” Gun Roswell

The seat on the sunny side of the yard

After a long period, of just sitting, inside

The walls surrounding only, a place none too wide

Phobias, ever growing, of all shapes and sizes

The constant companion in this great, divide

But, a hope, every now and then

The opportunity some time to spend

In the soothing and gorgeous nature exploring

Appears, without so much as a second warning

Packing up a small bag of all the necessities

Because I am planning on a long day, stress free

As this day, will be one in a long while, as one of the rarities

Due to what eve is now going around the world you see

As I finally, take my first step, outside

To be able to venture into the somewhat open wide

I feel some stain on my very own face start

But, ignoring it for a moment to settle the light

And as I look beyond the front porch of my house to part

I know now, what the strange feeling was

Feeling the sides of my face and suddenly find

That totally unexpected, great big smile

A Bench to Sit on, on a Sunday afternoon

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“I don’t generally like running. I believe in training by rising gently up and down from the bench” Satchel Paige

A Bench to Sit on, on a Sunday afternoon

The moving, must be forward
In this weather so totally hot
But I need a place to rest for a moment
Before I can continue, this utter torment
So, after searching, for a long, long moment
I found one seat, made out of wood
Maybe, it would not be too hard
Rather, just suitably good
Or then, it might just  be too soft, for a fit!
But no matter the surface
I so totally need to rest!

A Seat at the Railway Museum

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A throne is only a bench covered with velvet”
Napoleon Bonaparte

A Seat at the Railway Museum

While doing historic exploration
Looking at the human creation
Ending up, on an old railway station
Abandoned, by a foolish nation
But built as a lasting location
A railway museum for the duration
Take a seat and join the celebration