Monday Morning and another Cup of Coffee

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“There is always time for coffee, morning, noon, day or night time, it’s all just fine, if you really enjoy the dark liquid kind and to have a cup of it, when you see fit” Gun Roswell

Monday Morning and another Cup of Coffee

There is always room for coffee, in the stomach, someone said, even if it was some other time a clock, usually not associated with the fine sustenance of a dark liquid, but if one was prepared, for the full effect of the stuff, then drinking a cup or two, would suit, no matter the hour, as long as the face did not go sour, simply because the lack of coffee, was ever present, so, better satisfy the urge and have that drink of it, the coffee, in a cup, or a mug or even jug it directly from the pot!

Because believe it or not, those rules and regulations for sleeping and consumables, was most likely created by someone who hated the stuff, both coffee and well, food and perhaps even people, as all of us, are mostly individuals and so, enjoying the good stuff, coffee, does not have to be at any given hour, even midnight will do simply fine.

Sunset reflected

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Rhodos, Greece

“The cliched sunset is always fun to watch, no matter where its reflected at, each surface playing an important role” Gun Roswell

Sunset reflected

Multicoloured reflections over each and every surface, searching for a momentary purchase, before slowly fading away into the darkening of the night, just like each and every day, the circle continues, most of the times.

Inside those reflections, images from the distant past and nearing future, tethered together with invisible sutures in this precious moment of every colourfully reflective and warming ray of light.

The grind of the day will soon be laid to bed, following the sun’s set, a respite for the weary for a while sleeping, under the darkening skies of the pending of the night.

And even if those moments of the gorgeous scenery of the setting sun might soon be a memory laid to rest in the past, alas easily conjured up, wherever and whenever needed.

After all, not all days are filled with glorious sunshine, not to mention the after play of a sunset, onto the minds of the lowly reflected, and needed is a reminder, there will be light after the long moments of darkness.

Sailing across the high seas

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Helsinki, Finland

“Sailing across the high seas, just to a long lingering curiosity to please, that is the life, am I right, next stop, becoming a pirate?“ Gun Roswell

Sailing across the high seas

The calm cool blue waves, out there for none too long stay, as when the stormy clouds are upon, the winds are picking up and they will become quite strong, and that my fellow sailers, is when things can start to go horribly wrong!

Hoist the sails, do not fail! This is the time to really take things seriously, as getting the even smaller size vessel to move with the winds, is a tricky kind of a thing! As changing the course, and coming about, with a heavy load, well, listen to the Italian captain’s orders and you will know: Virata! Virata!

Finally taking a break, when the winds settle, and the calm begins, the sun on the back and the soft wind on the sails, there really is no better moment than gliding on those soft waves, across the high seas and into foreign lands, well, at least, from coast to coast according to the maps, even you might the daring nature lack!

Next stop, pirate island, hey, taking the high land and then some real fun!

Parasol

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“The sun filled times are here again, at least, when looking at old pictures, taking me back to times when, travel was still on the agenda and fun, especially getting to a place, totally filled with sun” Gun Roswell

Parasol

Under the sol, the scorching one, you the one, which can be a lot of fun, especially for us pale types, whom only see the burning ball of light, during some summer nights (this is totally true), but mostly it is just dark and gloomy and blue (which is fine too) but now, when the summer flows slowly but surely into the days so boring, it is nice to see some bright colours and light (so what if it shines all through the night) for a short while, as this will help some of us to smile and even dare going outside, alas, never forgetting the effects, this special effect high up in the sky will do to our poorly grown skins, and so, taking precautions, and staying cautiously under the parasol, as even if not standing in the straight sun light, the shade still has the word of the might inside and thus remaining in the cover safely and soundly, there is the option in saying rather proudly, that I stayed outside, in the world wide, under the sun, even if it was really and only under the parasol.

Leaves

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“There are leaves across the skies, seemingly alive” Gun Roswell

Leaves

The leaves, which never fall, no matter spring, summer, winter or even fall

They keep on hanging there, being for ever green, the pretties anywhere seen

And then when the sun turns up to shine, against the coolest of blue skies

There are vibrations of various kind, the other colours, seen just again the dust

Even the very soft fluffiness of them reflected, against the blue up in the sky

And as the eyes do spy, all those sudden elements hidden there, on the inside 

What a surprise, for the weary observer of nature, never fully understanding the nature

Of those mundane leaves, which sometimes in the soft winds start to heave

But still are able, a most permanent mark on a person leave, just by seeing them be

Oh so quiet and calm!

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“The ocean beckons to  be explored, but today, I feel like such a bore, and simply want to rest for a while longer, on top of the calming waves” Gun Roswell

Oh so quiet and calm!

The calming of the waves, as soon as I my head will lay, on top of the smoothing surface at any, body gently floating, as it is coping, with this overly gentle place, searching for a state of mind, which out there is really hard to find, the peace, the quiet, the calm, but here it is all so clear, when lulled to sleep, on these calming waves, as even after all the fight of the day, this is where I finally want to stay, on top of the soft material, even if not a bed of any kind, I need my rest and so, this state is the one not to debate, whether or not, and so, with eyes closed tightly, I concentrate, still floating above the edge, the mind at rest, thoughts all gone, no sounds or images to explore, only the calm and quiet surrounding, this unruly mind and body, without counting the passing time, and that is all simply fine.

Archways decoded

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Cyprus

“Arches upon arches, as smart building styles, mathematically totally sound, are the archways where the codes in are bound” Gun Roswell

Archways decoded

The ancient ruins, discarded, but most walls still standing, especially those doorways and entrances, the archways, built to last the test of time, with mathematical preciseness, the builders clearly decisive of what and how, the calculations done without a single flaw in the formula, the code hidden inside of the regularly looking stone work, hidden from prying eyes and not even possible to reverse engineer for the present day bob of a builder, even if similar archways could be built along the lanes, but it would never be the same proud constructs as those from the ancient past, because these modern day structures will never last, like the old school ones did and do, the secretes buried inside of how these fine arched doorways and walls appeared, from the claws of the backwards dwellers, and so, before we start to tear down and destroy them, perhaps leave them be, as a reminder of something good and clean, we can really never be Abel to achieve during these so called days of the modern era, as these archways can never really be, decoded.

The fortress and the fountain in front  

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“Traveling through the world and then into the wide galaxy hurled, only back home to find my way“ Gun Roswell 

The fortress and the fountain in front  

The fortified home, on the island  way too small, with a fountain or few up front, what a cliche was the first thought, still, the view still highly sought, but when it was bought, there was only the idea of being in safe place, with it pretty kind of facade up front, and so, the heavily built home of thing, rose up inside the spring, now fully grown into a large lake, nay, ocean wide, the divide not small but large and certainly keeping anyone else at bay, pun intended, as the strong house in the midst there lay, the pretty front of fountained resources on display, only it wasn’t simply for the dwellers to attention pay, but the odd traveller stopped by, admiring the view of this so called home on the way, seeing the postcard perfection, and even wanting to lay claim to it themselves, alas, it wasn’t an easy task as the fortress was not on sale, not for a million or more credits someone wanted for it to pay. 

Though the ancient eyes

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“The ancient ones, had it done, and all out of rock too, with chisels and chicken bones no less“ Gun Roswall

Though the ancient eyes

They sure did know how to build them, on top of the tallest mountain as well, those gorgeous temples and other houses of worship, as they did, only using their bare hands and chicken bones, at least, that is the tale still being told. There might be other opinions out there, as how these ancient ones managed to build on this sphere, so many millennia ago, as even if they had nothing more to show for their tools other than perhaps, a few stone knives when called upon, to make something for their gods above. And so, they did, ever more upwards and higher, having the visions in their minds eye as to what the place would look like, and even out of spite, if no one else but their waring neighbours, the monuments were erected in the most unusual places. And so, because of that gut and effort and sweat and perhaps even soul, we, todays children, are able to admire and see, what the world was like as seen, through the ancient eyes.

Three windmills a standing 

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“The wind does not stop blowing simply because there is some resistance up ahead, right?” Gun Roswell 

Three windmills a standing 

Forever and all the past ages, the three sages have stood there

Against and with the howling winds, rotating their crooked wings

No matter which way all the blows have landed, they always sing

The eerie tune of the nature’s forces wherever the gust clings

It does not really matter for these tall three, who stood the test of time

And came out of it all, just fine, at least, for a while that is

As sometimes during the history, of these thee windmills

The effort to sustain them still standing there, was on the way

So, all those tad dwellers, did their very best

To make sure these three tall windmills would stay the rest

Of the ancient history or at least last few more years

Defending them all and providing more, like electricity

The modern thing after all the history had passed

And so, with the new modifications in place, it’s most likely

These three mills against the winds in their very spot stay

As for others to enjoy and admire, while the dwellers worship 

Them as the best things on the planet, the protectors and providers