Ever Upward towards the Clouds

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“The chairs are leading upwards, towards the skies perhaps? Or at least, to the above floors of the house” Gun Roswell

Ever Upward towards the Clouds

The stairway either with a banister or not, made out of metal, stone or wood, leading the climber ever upward, unless they are on their way down. But mostly the spectators interest lies on the way towards the skies.

But to what kind of end? What could possibly be the goal achieved in getting here? Why would one want to get ever up higher? Are they trying to reach the skies or something else, somehow similarly compliant?

Maybe they are looking for some hidden treasure? Hidden on top of the low hanging clouds, which the skies are some days in shrouded? 

What of the fact that it is a cloudless clear day? Would it serve any kind of purpose in trying to get up there, without one single cloud in sight? Doing the upward fight simply out of spite? Just because it is there, the stairs?

Whatever the reason might just be, for those whom a higher ground might just seek, even if a tactical stance in mind, it does not matter, as we don’t need to know, as long as we can wait for them back, here below.

Coffee, the one and true life saviour

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“There is nothing more invigorating, than the smell of fresh brew in the early morning hours, when stumbling out of the bed, half asleep. It is the only medicine for the cure of not being awake.” Gun Roswell

Coffee, the one and true life saviour

The early morning hours, never the easy ones for this sleeping ugly, because that is the correct word to describe the monstrous thing getting out under the covers and stepping their giant feet to the cold floor, nothing pretty to be seen, only scowls, snide remarks upon being dressed and worse remarks and quips if being asked. Surely, not a morning being, at all.

But, that will all change, once the medicined kicks in. And by that is meant, the one and only true healer, the saviour of it all, the one which can the biggest mountains make one move, and then to put on the daily groove, to any annoyed and sleep deprived person, the big uncooperative monster had just become during the night time.

Alas, the smallest scent will make the sleepy entity hell bent, on getting up and down stairs, bursting into the kitchen with nostrils flaring, taking a deep breath, inhaling the elixir of life, taking a sip, savouring the taste, then another soon to follow, until finally, the whole cup is drained of the darkest of brews, and then only, will do, a conversation or any other query, if feeling daring, as this is just the first cup, after all.

A view from the stern of the boat

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“The setting sun left behind, the bow set towards the night, sailing across the high seas, to the pending darkness, but for now, the warmth of the shiny ball is still on our backs“ Gun Roswell

A view from the stern of the boat

The splashing waves causing ripples onto the water’s surface, the sunny rays reflected, without a real purpose, but it does not make it any less appealing, watching the powerful waves, on display, as the boat keeps on moving along, following a set trail, with the sails in full, the blowing winds giving the power needed, to the forward momentum, otherwise the ores would be needed, the manpower alone currently on board, too little to do the deed, thankfully though, Mother Nature has given the means, and so, to her graces we lean, taking us to new lands beyond the horizon, the day ending on this vista, but the next, might just give us more, shiny suns across the board, the blue skies and warm winds, that might just be the score.

Rocking around the warm fire (old school style)

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“Somewhere in ancient times, people used to hang around the open fires, in the darkened rooms, rocking the night away, in a chair“ Gun Roswell 

Rocking around the warm fire (old school style)

The old school home, with its old school decor and old school ways odd spending the evening, at home, quietly, together, the whole family seated in a circle, around the open, warming fire, the matriarch of the family, in her rocking chair, sharing all them stories from the distant past, just like it was, the tradition since way back, the oral history shared to all, as at some point, the very duty would fall, onto the children when all grown up and so the circle of life continued, in the olden days.

Old barn holds its own charge  

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“The ancient looking barn, might look a tad worn, but it’s still in charge, storing treasures on the inside?” Gun Roswell 

Old barn holds its own charge  

It may look somewhat, run down, but before you frown, just take a look inside, because it looks totally fine, and as to the why this is so?

Well, it might just be, because it was all refurbished, well, just a tad, nothing too rad, just the inside modernised and the outside left as it once was.


And so now, the lesson learnt, which is even old school dwellings can be turned, to liveable quarters and more, just because, tearing down something beautiful, is never a good option.

Dinner time in ancient times

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“The daily meal, at the end of a very long working day, was the one to be had with family, in the ancient times” Gun Roswell

Dinner time in ancient times

The daily grind in the fields are done, as farming is the livelihood, for this specific family, living in the neighbourhood, well, not that there really is one, just a small splattering of hard working families doing their thing to get through life in the harsh world of the past.

And so, gathering around the large table of the small cottage they all live in, the meal prepared from their own doings, the land providing all that which is needed, just the get by, to be fed to be able to carry on their farming, on the land around them. As the circle of life of the past, keeps rolling, along each passing day.

Another Rocker of a Chair to sit on

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“A seat, not with wheels, but something better, which leads to a rocking motion, soothing and well, perhaps lulling the seated one, to a sleepy existence” Gun Roswell

Another Rocker of a Chair to sit on

The old school chair, still has its lure, the oddly shaped legs of it, not really the four excepted, rather reminiscent more of a sleigh, gliding across the floor, but still, remaining where it was laid.

The rocking back and forth, might just seem odd, then again, if the sitter, lets its affects gain control, on the body and perhaps even the soul, then soon enough, a sense of calm will be gained and then, falling asleep somewhat deep or perhaps not, but at least a nap of sorts. 

And it will all be thanks, to this rocker of a chair from the past.

House by the lake

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Living by a body of water, certainly is on the bucket list of plenty of dwellers, but yeah, it would be totally great live there“ Gun Roswell 

House by the lake

A house, built on top of the rocky hill, gives the onlooker chills, as it’s just by a cool looking lake, and that kind of a place, is just the best, at least during the seasons where the temperatures are warm and totally nice, the weather somewhat mild, and chilling down by the calming lake, well, there really is no better place, for spring or summer.

But, when the damp and cold October winds start, the house by the lake is starting to feel less of a place nice, with the howling winds and pouring rain, leaving a bunch of stains all over, the cold seething into the old bones… but the warming fires inside and out, keep them warm way into the darkest of nights, making the feel and looks all cozy without a fright.

And then soon enough, it is winter time, the freezing ice covering the lake, and then things don’t look as loaded with strife, as the old skates come off the hook, taking it out there on the lake, swirling around on the icy cover on a sunny but cold day, and hey, all bundled up and prepared, the house by the lake is simply great, no matter the season, so yeah, no complaints!

Hanging on a chandelier 

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“There is just something so ape like, like going back in time, whenever one gets a chance to hang from a fancy lamp, a chandelier therms call it!“ Gun Roswell 

Hanging on a chandelier 

The brightly lit, glimmering glitzy glam tacky bling bling of an ornament hung from the tallest spot on the best one there on the dot of very roof, which was supporting the house from rain hail and all the things non too nice for sure.

But when the darkness falls, and the other lights are set to lowest of lows, that is when the bling of a thing takes its spotlight, shining brightly, the dangles from it reflecting all the rainbow colours on to the walls.

And when that happens, there is a ball, even if it’s held for just the one person, who likes it just so, because then they can dance and brawl all alone, before finally taking it to the max and climbing up the rack, because hanging from the real fancy lamp, is certainly a must y’all.

All the angles

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“A house made of glass and steel, looks so modern, it’s hard to feel, but there is something there, if you care to touch it“ Gun Roswell

All the angles

Staring up into the skies, all the angles just to spy, the structure above my head, made out of steel but mostly, glass, scary in a way, as if broken it would be made, all the shards cutting through, whatever soft things they would fall upon.

But worry not, the structure is quite solid, even if staring at it would be for hours on end, nothing will be dropping down on your face, so enjoy the odd structure made to see right through, as it certainly is something special for the right kinds of views.