The journey’s beginning 

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”The journey is about to begin, especially now, when entering, the station filled with various vehicles which with its going to be easier to get going.” Gun Roswell 

The journey’s beginning 

When the time is right, don’t even try to resist or true nature of your desire or to fight, because it is that time, when you need to get out of the current situation of your life, and that is on this day of today, no later.

So, pack up a small bag, never mind the lag, just take what you need and that is it, then head towards the nearest away station, and buy a ticket, which will take you to wherever you think you may need to now go.

But, it’s really not about the destination, or the method with which you are traveling with, a plane, train or an automobile, even a bike or simply walking, but it’s all about the journey and enjoying the simple things, mostly free of charge, like the laughs.

So, make sure you embark on the trip, even if second thoughts might through you rip, because it’s well worth the effort, taking some time off, setting sail, figuratively and maybe literally, to new vistas and new lands, and no matter where you land, it’s still all, about the journey at hand.

The tall and the small one

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“Where there is a small one, there usually is another one taller there” Gun Roswell 

The tall and the small one

The small one was looking for some support, perhaps possibly some place to lay low, not that it would really be a stretch for this tiny one of stature, to be on the lowest of lows, but some nice shade or cover would suffice at this very moment, just to get a small moment of a respite, as it had been too long as it had been on its own, mostly defenceless and so, it was looking for something strong, on the taller side to call its protector of sorts.

 And there it was, all proud and definitely tall, a contract of such magnificent proportions, there was no denying it was strong and would most likely last, any kinds of blasts. Soldier, warrior, whatever the phrase best suited, those were all going to be used while describing the mighty tall one standing there in its place. After all, it was, well, quite tall and so, the small one immediately made its way, asking for the much needed aid and after one long glance at the poor tiny thing, the tall one decided this would be their sprint, while protecting this more helpless kind, its purpose they then could find.

Riding blue on the blue moped on a Monday

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“The Mondays are a blast, that is if you get to ride around on a small size moped made all in blue“ Gun Roswell

Riding blue on the blue moped on a Monday

The Monday so totally came again, something non too unexpected, yet always seems to be such a surprise to see, when it is rising from the horizon with the new time in the calendar. But, instead of feeling sorry for the day, better make it as a play, while riding the best two wheeled bike there is, a small blue moped made from spare parts, just to get the much needed laugh and strength to make it through this particular day, and continue along until the next one arriving, as it is, just the first day of a very long week.

While gingerly riding down the streets, with the blue coloured and snuggly size vessel with two wheels, there are lots of interesting things all-around to see, despite it being the beginning of the very week. However, with cheers am I greeted as this uplighting sight, of a tall woman on this very small bike, is taking a tour around the neighbourhood, exploring the places with a wide smile, never mind the fact that this is totally, just another Mundane Monday.

Sunset in monochrome

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“The sun is always setting, no matter whether in colour, or complete monochrome“ Gun Roswell

Sunset in monochrome

The sunset is always so totally beautiful and ever so colourful, and thus the experience of the various shades of oranges, yellows and reds, leave a good memory until the one coming next. But, then, when someone makes a change and the spectrum will change to pure grey, the monochromatic way of seeing things on display, what then of the beauty previously seen of this daily phenomena touching our personal screens, as usually, the flashy and burning colours were totally part of this, scheme for hooking up all to glare and cheer.

“Quite dull me thinks!” Some might say upon first glance, of the image taken from the sun setting over the horizon, as the greys may be a tad surprising, not really the full sparkling colours of the spectacle given by this star as going away for the night, which seemingly should be no surprise, but always is. But, after some time, the onlookers starting to see, the colours even if not quite there, in this monochromatic vision of the one who dared to make the decision and snap the image in black and white, even if it might just have given a fright, for most.

Sun setting in the winter afternoon

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“The sun is setting also in the middle of the winter, even if it has not been up that long, but yeah, when shining so totally strong, it has to set “ Gun Roswell

Sun setting in the winter afternoon

The day is finally done, and also so gone soon will be, way to soon it seems, the sun who dared to bare its rays in the midst of the winter season, just because without any kind of reason, but for the benefit of those dwelling in the darkness for so long, and needed to get a boost of something totally strong to be able to last until this long winter time had passed and before the beginning of the spring would arrive and then only would the darkness be gone for so long, until the next scheduled dark time would emerge. But on this day a surge, of sunny rays appeared from out of nowhere unexpected, but not rejected as the light of it all, was giving brand new hope for the weary and then, watching the last of the fading light, going into that good night, with a new sense of self to last for a little while longer until the last of the dark days were a tale to tell in the middle of the light filled days and nights of summer time.

Sugar rush again

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“The sugary sweets, are a treat, but too much of anything is never really a good thing“ Gun Roswell 

Sugar rush again

Sweets, those sugary treats, candy, cookies and chocolates and such, lovely little things, which will make you want to sing, when eating a few, and really carefully chew, none too many bites taken, the hunger easily shaken, but there is such a thing, as over binging, where for sure the sugar rush will leave one high and mighty, even thinking of taking up in flight, the sensations totally light, until they are not, and passing the time of stop without any breaks, the feeling none too great, nausea kicking in, and here is where it all starts to break down, with a face in a frown, now all is needed is a bucket and a gown, when the s..t hits the proverbial fan.

Lesson learned, guess is the one word; moderation. Eating and such, should stop with none too much, and having simply one or two, when still easy to chew, is the goal to follow, otherwise, the overindulgence of a few moments, will lead to many a tummy aches and other inconvenience, something none want to repeat in words, except maybe, the one of sugar rush.

Solarised, poolside

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“Mother Sol appeared while at the pool, sitting by myself, in the cloudy atmosphere, but now, I am basking in all those warm rays” Gun Roswell

Solarised, poolside

The day started out, quite dull and grey, and there was no indication that the clouds above blocking all the good views, would soon fade. But, feeling daring and bold, as so I am always told, making my way to the pool just outside the rented house, as the yard itself was quite the louse, alas, the pool was the place to be, at least, when wanting to be seen, by the sun itself, perhaps even getting baked in the process, to a nice crispy exterior, well, perhaps not that crispy, but you get the gist of it, letting the ol’ tired body get its air bathing in the warming sun, as the joints and whatnots really like it too, so before getting too blue, I was lying there on the sun bed, half naked, I thought about getting a proper blanket. Alas, those thoughts all soon perished, as a peek of something glamorous, poured through the thick layer of dark clouds and soon enough, those ominous things above were vanquished and the Sol, smiling at my flabbiness, let all the warmth through, and the rest of the day spent basking in the proper sun shine, just because I had dared to wait for it to arrive!

Snow and the seaside

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“The snow has descended onto the waters surface… yeah, it’s winter, so what did you expect?!” Gun Roswell 

Snow and the seaside

The sea is now filled with frosted ice and white fluffy snow, no matter which way you look or try to go, the endlessness of it all, the monochromatic feel as far as the eyes an see, like it is there for eternity, but then something happens, a meltdown of sorts and it is all totally gone, at least for a while, before a new cold front hits the town again and again and it’s all back to the wintery normal, and without being too formal of a thing it is, bringing back that familiar cold frosted feel, which in it is simply great to reel in, at least for a moment longer than what really is the need, as it is so a permanent seed, that frosty cold of a thing which has been put inside, onto each and every single dweller of the coldest of north, and so what has been usually sought, is now brought back, without any kind of slack, and then without further thinking as to the whys, we are all giving our biggest and most heartfelt thanks.

Finland

Stacked against the odds

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“The pile is growing, each and every day it gets lager and wider and there is nothing to do about it“ Gun Roswell 

Stacked against the odds

The stacking has begun, and at first, it seemed like a lot of fun, but, as the pile just kept on growing, with no signs of slowing down. Oh well, that was the time of the decline, when the down fall really started. 

As when the stacked up high pile, got too wide and wobbly, supports were place on the sides, to make sure nothing started falling down, but soon enough, stuff, from between the small cracks pushed forward and away, landing on the floor with a crash, a dead giveaway, the pile was no longer strong.

The days passed, but the big pile oddly did last, despite the few cracks here and there, there seemed always to be a spare, to take its place, in the bog pile, now more like a disgrace, than the proud tall statuesque object of admiration it ha once been. 

But, no matter the look of it all, shaggy and bold, the pile that was once stacked, because of all the cool stuff had, now slowly but surely turning into crap, well, it’s still mine to keep, even if I can’t find in there what I seek.

The world is monochromatic 

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“The world in monochrome only, not like I am feeling this strongly, but it is soothing in a way” Gun Roswell 

The world is monochromatic 

The season is not without reason, as even if the colours have gone completely, the greys remaining only, the tones in a scale of simple monochrome, are still a colour of their very own, even without the brightness or being in your face bold, this palette still has soul, and with the ultimate goal, to conquer the very world, then shell it like a pearl, at least for a while the season last, and so, there is no way past it, and so, with the options being low at best, and so, with some jest and perhaps some well designed trickery, the colour coding does not really matter, even if it’s only the same all over, with none too many variations, as this time might also be some sort of lesson, learning to live with the dull as much as with the vibrancy of any other season, and soon enough, one might not even consider changing too much of it, well, not until something more colorful and vibrant arrives and gives the much needed smiles.