Footfalls, made by Soft Socks

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“There is something about running in just the wool socks on your feet to the outside, the softness of the snow felt against the soles. But the bad thing is, the socks will eventually get wet, so there is that. Boots would have been better.“ Gun Roswell

Footfalls, made by Soft Socks

The freshly fallen snow inviting, there is no fighting agains the lure, of pure white fluff, the flakes falling all over the place, even the face

And when in a hurry, carefree and without a worry, shooting oneself to the outside, to the open wide in a rush, well, forgetting to put on proper wear, the care soon in place

As the woolly socks and the velour frock are hardly the best combo, for an outing around the hood, no matter how good it might have felt taking the first few steps on the fresh of the snow

Because after so many steps, the sleet beneath the soft and fluffy, soon turning into something naughty, the soggy socks, the cold and damp, setting in, shaking and hovering wanting only to go back in

Honestly, put some boots on, while venturing out there into a weather strong, as winter and all that cold snow, otherwise for days you will your nose have to blow

On the rails when it snows

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“The early morning snow storm, caused a chaos on the tracks, but never mind, the trains will still run” Gun Roswell 

On the rails when it snows

The early morning heavy rush hour, the traffic filled with vehicles, stopped on its tracks

Luckily though, it did not stop the trains running on the long rails, as a matter of fact

As the  rail driven vessels never ever halting, not for the weather, rain, snow or fire

Pushing through, pulling the haul of many a cars, dashing through whatever going far

The train, the only working public; or other kind of transport, something the pedestrians now sport

This is the way to go quite fast and oh so very far, even the next city, and that is simply splendid 

The ride rather smooth and gentle, even with the mileage left behind plenty of.

Behind the shadows, light peeks 

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“The light will always prevail, no matter how dark it may just seem now.” Gun Roswell

Behind the shadows, light peeks 

The darkness descended all over the land, the time of year, someone retorted, but there was nothing better at hand, part from some artificial lights shining the way, even if it was in the middle of the day, as this phenomena was there for a while to stay.

But, there was really nowhere to stray, the path still clear, no matter night or day, the only difference, was the total darkness, having taken a hold of the northern part of the blue globe, aptly named, as Polar Nights, there was no manner of fight, to prevent it them from happening.

Having gotten used to this, seasonal trade, as in turn been given practically nightless nights in the middle of the summer times, for several months on end, only the light would there play, but now as it as late in the year, the seasonal celebration neat, the darkness was the one true constant.

And so, moving forward, day by day, as if slaves to the rhythm, apathy and frowns, taking over the once proud and smiling dwellers, like they were inside of a spell, but knowing this was only temporary, they moved on, out of spite to last over this, prolonged night, as light, would in the end prevail.

Somewhere high up, hanging on the clouds

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“The sky is endless, stretching to the horizon and beyond, going on, forever“ Gun Roswell

Somewhere high up, hanging on the clouds

Seated, on the side of the window

En route to somewhere different that much I know

Hopefully a place nice and slightly warm

Destination?

Still, very much unknown

At least for the duration

But that does not matter, as there is no hesitation

As the journey, is the one interesting

Not the location itself reached less so

It might just be a sandy and sunny beach

Then again

It just might be a slippery snowy slope

Whatever the end location is

Does not matter as long as this 

Bliss of being up here

Amongst the fluffy clouds

Amongst the brightly lit stars

Even the thin line of a horizon

Sun setting and soon again arising

Even the stars above laugh

Can be seen if there is enough

Darkness around the very vessel

Having set its “sails” out of suggestion

Towards the foreign land somewhere ahead

And so, there I sit like the others few

Admiring the many similar views

From the best seat on the craft

Hoping this trip will a while longer last

Because I am loving this, having a total blast

Dreaming of a place somewhere far away

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“It’s funny how we are never happy about where we are at any given moment, always dreaming of some place else, supposedly much better than this one is“ Gun Roswell

Dreaming of a place somewhere far away

There is one constant in the universe, or at least on this very planet, that of the dwellers, namely humans, are never happy about staying in just one single place

Whether they want to travel for a while or perhaps permanently relocate, it seems to be encoded inside of the DNA to want to be a on the move and not in one locale stay

And if stuck in the same ol same ol, what do these, two legged brainy creatures do?
Well, day dreaming all day long, of some other place far far away until they fall, into a deep sleep, most likely having the same dream on repeat

So, whether it is of a vacation soon to follow, or simply some far away distant fantasy, those yet to be undiscovered vistas at least for the one person, keeps them going on

Some kind of season

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“There used to be four seasons, and in between them, a few more, now? Not so anymore.“ Gun Roswell

Some kind of season

The seasons ever changing, is the old adage, some are still using

But in truth, there are few seasons left, even if the almanac would otherwise state

The spring, the summer, the autumn, the winter

Mostly left is the one big ugly grey splinter

The one digging in too deep into each and every life

Making the life as we once knew, a nightmarish strife

Counting the days of beautiful bliss is seemingly easy

Because there aren’t many of those, only ones sleazy

And so, looking out through the foggy window

Comparing the current view to those photos few

Where actually the visual was pleasant, the need to go

Outside for an adventure, just because, wow

Alas, not any more, and that, is a really big bore 

Wintery View

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“The nightly view from the window, with the reflected hues of the lights, shining through the darkness, against the snow and star lit skies“ Gun Roswell

Wintery View

The night upon, no sleep for the weary, so what to do while trying to stay strong? 

Perhaps take a peek through the closed curtains, maybe there is something new?

Gasp! Sigh. What the F..ye?

Does my own eyes lie?

All that snow!

Oh boy, and a loud Doh!

Too much, of anything, good or bad is not really a thing of which a song would be proper of to sing.

Even with the holiday season approaching fast, this, this thing, the white fluffy stuff…

It’s way too much!
At least at this time of year, and I fear, it will stay there for a moment too long.

And then, the spring months are upon and still, the snow and cold there remain.

Like the naughty and dirty large stain.

And whom of this all can we blame?

Ourselves I guess, for causing this overall change.

Winter at the creek

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“The winter time is for fun and games, at least, when skating on the iced over lake” Gun Roswell

Winter at the creek

The winter is full of fun filled days, even if there is no nearby lake. Because if the skating time beckons, you can always spot some place frozen over, a body of water nearby, whether it might just be a simple creek, which was just a few days ago, flowing quite free. But not today, as this is the minus degrees weather kind of a time, when all have frozen solid and all you need for some wintery fun, is an old pair of skates and warm clothing and then run, towards the place you seek. As it might just be the good ole creek you plaid water sports in the summer when just a little toddler, but now, as it has frozen completely over, it is as good as place as any, to go skating on the ice, which is solid and nice after all, the winter ball will be held near the there and then, be that bell of a ball who captures the souls of all those party goers at the winter’s fun and games gala, well, at least if you have a big enough fantasy, then hell yes!

Snow cover like sprinkled powder

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“There is snow out there, surprise! Even if it is the middle of the winter, it always seems to be the case!” Gun Roswell

Snow cover like sprinkled powder

The snow like powder, hit the nature, covertly, even if it was all forecast and supposedly would last at least for a month of few, once it had fallen and plastered itself all across the land, and wherever one was to stand, as far as eyes could see, there was only snow, snow, snow and then some, oh, what fun!

But, no matter where one stands, on the topic of snow and winter, it is always so pretty, the freshly fallen sprinkles, of the crips white powdery stuff, no matter if getting outside to the cold with lots of clothing, is always gone sound out with a huff and a puff, but having to laugh, once outside, when the prettiness of it all hits the eyes.

The delicate window

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“The old frail construct, made of glass and a wooden frame, try not to breathe too hard near it or it might just fall a part“ Gun Roswell

The delicate window

Old, frail, inconvenient, hard to handle? 

Just the same, it has lasted a long while, even giving a few smiles, the delicate framework, the painted artwork, all of it from the past, refitted to a modern day cast. 

And so, serving a purpose once again, the window, lending a peek through time, as how else would any of us learn, of our past, the long history, present there, through this, very old looking glass.