Crisscross across the lake, because it’s late

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”The sun is setting, because the moon is finally letting, exhausted from all that shining and so, without too much whining, going to sleep, for the night” Gun Roswell 

Crisscross across the lake, because it’s late

The small lakeside, getting much more darker each passing moment, being almost like torment, for those wanting nothing more than all that  light of the day, there for all of the night to stay.

But, it was hardly possible, to sustain all that light, especially during the ever darkening night, and so, another kind of workaround was devised, that of artificial light, with an on and off switch, on its very side.

And so, even if most of them did adore and worship the sun and it’s bright light, they had come to terms with the fact, that the dark night, would be their continued plight, it was still all fine, as now, they could simply switch on, a brand new light, not as bright, but still totally fine.

Ships Ahoy!!!

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“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell

Ships Ahoy!!!

The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.

As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.

Pulla Biili, The Bun Car

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“The pink hue, is inviting the few, with its sugary outlook, to come and take a close look, and perhaps, to buy some sweet tasting buns too“ Gun Roswell

Pulla Biili, The Bun Car

The smell of freshly baked goods, never really able to resist the lure, of something so very good, then again, without sampling, there is no understanding, of how it really tastes, as the odours, albeit oh so very tempting, are nothing, compared to the actual taste of things, and so, begging, for one bite, just to get it right, in the awaiting mouth, then, when assured it is the needed stuff, there is really not getting enough, of the sugary sustenance.

Postal Service on Mopeds

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“The good old fashion snail mail, never fails… well it does, a lot actually, so, try to use the non-paper binary mode of a postal service whenever you can!” Gun Roswell

Postal Service on Mopeds

They arrive in ones and twos, sometimes more even, riding on their bikes, but these days even motorised fancy looking trikes. 

They are the workers in uniform, dressed for service, for us mere mortals waiting for their news and whatnots, but mostly not.

They are the proud people of the postal services, these days a rather archaic job perhaps, as most of the stuff’s gone all digital.

But when all else fails, the computers being down, electrical surges being the cause, these postal workers, will bring our daily post!

Just, passing by

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“I will be here, just for a while, not long, as I am, simply passing by” Gun Roswell

Just, passing by

Don’t mind me! As you were! 

No need to move, as it’s just me, stumbling here on my own two feet, trying to sort it all out, so, hey, giving here a shout, of hello and well, guess goodbye too, as I can only stay for a few, the moments ticking by, and then it will be time for me to fly, leave, as in go away, why?

Well, I was only here for the while, you know, ‘cause I was just, passing by!

Fun and the Sun

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“Nothing like frolicking footloose and fancy free under the sun, and then taking a dive in the cool blue waters” Gun Roswell

Fun and the Sun

The month of June, came way too soon, as no time to prepare for what sun filled days laid ahead, but once getting over the overall thinking of somehow having to be prepared, simply to spend some time of and to spending it without an agenda, under the warming sun.

The mindset not easily adjusted, but once done, it was time to commence the long awaited task, because that is how some of us see it, but after some time and fashion, getting used to the very objective of it all, which is, not to plan and worry, rather embrace, the moment of fun.

From salad to strawberries

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“The food while somewhere travelling, can be a highlight of the trip, at least, when it’s fresh and nicely displayed” Gun Roswell

From salad to strawberries

The smells, sounds and sights of the various foods sizzling ever so bright, hoping the tastes will become equal to such, as feeling peckish and wanting to have some, because this was part of the plan of the trip to a foreign land, to sample the cuisine, the excellent dishes, because I suspect there are no real misses, as to the palette so extreme, that most will be delicious, especially those made out of fresh produce.

From salad, the appetiser of the actual dish, as some think, while others simply enjoy their large portion of a plate, with all kinds of funky things added, some just for display, but trying all of it just the same, gobbling it all up, before the desert will arrive, from the plentiful bounty, and as it all looked too fine, it was so hard to chose, from the selection of divine, but, as soon as it was brought to table, those red juicy berries, could not wait to sample one, two, and more, yes, indeed, I had scored!

Mountainside

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“The mountains are hard to conquer, at least from the point of few of a small bipedal being such as myself” Gun Roswell

Mountainside

The mountain too tall to climb alone, but I will try nevertheless, without too much in gear as I must confess, I have something to prove for myself.

Bare hands clutching to whatever there is to take a hold off, hauling up the rest of the body, at least until I can get a foothold of something solid.

So, keeping on the upward climb, only waiting for whatever there is up there I can find, as it is hopefully so much better than that of the below, getting high up, is the best right?

At least, that is what I am hoping, while getting ever more higher off the ground, as the rumours spoken down below, of something blissful and better, and so, here I go, looking for that treasure, even if it simply is to find, some peace of mind.

Blue Shutters

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“The blue on white, is like a flag of pride, whether the country home or foreign, the is nothing boring about the blues” Gun Roswell

Blue Shutters

The cool blue shutters, staving off the burning midday sunny rays, after all, even the walls are pained, only in whites to keep away, the scorching warmth of the ever present sunshine, even if most of us feel it is fine, as a few rays never harmed anyone, but the constant bombardment of them, could easily be causing some heart palpation, to those dwellers whom live behind the cooling blue painted shutters on top of the windows small of their home, standing in direct sunlight, all year long.

Shadows of light

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“The midday sun is once again, making is play around, casting curious figures in all the shadows across each and every surface” Gun Roswell

Shadows of light

The multitude of sun light, casting so many shadows again, in the warmth of the midday plight, painting tall shadows to each and every surface there is to find, tell tale signs of a surprise, left behind, those curious figures for the mere mortals to admire and to figure out the purpose, if any, what was left behind.