People around and everywhere

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“There sure are a lot of people around this time of the day. Then again come to think of it, they seemed to be always around, all the time!” Gun Roswell

People around and everywhere

Lots of people all over the streets, not sure as to what they seek, but they keep on keeping on, strolling, walking, talking, chatting, doing nothing really, except breathing, seemingly happy, but I cannot be sure, whether this is true or not. But then again, there are a lot of them, too many in my opinion, as everywhere I go, they seem to slow down the constant flow and thus disturb the order of things in the whole of the universe, but guess there is some hidden purpose for them after all, as for now, nothing has been stalled, not the Earth from rotating, not the clock from ticking, all of it going forward, just with the change of day and it all starts again. The crowds, the flocking, like birds, only well, nothing.

But, what can you do except maybe just avoid, all those jammed up places where all those wondering people are staying, playing and well, doing really nothing much, then again, as such, guess they have a purpose, even if I myself have yet to find one. All of them going about their daily lives, buzzing in the shops, the bars and even the public transports, which take them home after all that loitering around. Or at least, I don’t know what else to call it, jamming all the good places as they keep on packing in. So, why bother to even go into those places at all, if all those people are such bores? Well, I guess I miss the company!

My dearest, darling Coffee

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“There is nothing better than a cup of coffee, well, basically, whenever you want!“ Gun Roswell

My dearest, darling Coffee

What can I tell you, that I have not already said, that you are great with everything, maybe even when I am lying in bed, even if spilling some of you all over, that I would not mind one bit. Because you are the one thing on my mind, even, when I sleep, as to when I am able to once again have that smooth and calming drink, of the most perfect substance ever created, Coffee. But as soon as I am up, the first thing I will ever do, is get that smooth taste of you, into my mouth, and then only, can the day begin. Continued only, by the support of the precious thing, which always makes my heart sing, even if I had just consumed some, I am always ready for the next one. A great cup of coffee, with or without blending, something cool like caramel or sugar or whatever concoction someone might bring in, to the coffee room. As yes, there is a dedicated space, for you my dear, and if it was up to me, I would build a full house for you! Wait a minute! There is a house built in your honour, several as a matter of fact so, there is that and I am going in there soon enough, to give my praise to you, my dearest and most darling, Coffee!

Blue descending on the homestead

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“The blue of the afternoon just after two, and so, night once again, came too soon, at leat in the middle of winter“ Gun Roswell

Blue descending on the homestead

There is nothing more so haunting and at the same time invigorating at the same time, in the midst of the darkened season, where there is only snow and ice around, nothing of any other colour to be found, except when the midday has passed as the days, they are not really meant to last, not like the long, long and dark nights, which can be quite the fright without light, the sun never popping out, except on maybe rare occasions, but not on this day, as now, today, the sun is not setting, rather the blue moment is upon, and therefore, the homestead is covered with a blue hued halo of a special effect, the gloomy and dark feel of it all, is not so bad, if you embrace the possibilities of a refresh just before the night fall, all the world bathing in the light, neither moon or sunshine, only blue, crackling almost with electricity, and then, before you have the chance to even blink, the daylight and the blue is gone and night time is once again upon, sleep time beckon gin for all to fall, taking a rest just before the hours of a new dawn.

Tracks on the surface of the icy lake to follow

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“There are so many tracks out there, on the surface and everywhere, that someone, without a compass will most certainly get totally lost!“ Gun Roswell

Tracks on the surface of the icy lake to follow

There are plenty of tracks on the icy snow of the covered lake in winter, some of them can be easily followed while others are buried deeper under the overlapping freshly made ones, but as there is no need to wallow in making the decision as it is as easy as precision, as from the chaos becomes order, if you only concentrate on the one set to make your own way, and once that choice is made, the path ahead, will be led to wherever you need to go.

So, when the selected tracks are in view, and the excitement is pretty new, wanting to simply run as fast as possible, never minding the obstacles, but before you do, just take a few moments to consider that the goal is not fading away and there is a lot of time to slay, and then, with a few steps move along, taking it slow, enjoying the ride while on the track side, as for now, the hurry will only cause worry, and after all, the steps small, will eventually save time.

Light and shadow and a few monuments too

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“There is light and there is darkness and in between them, a shadow lies“ Gun Roswell

Light and shadow and a few monuments too

The all human made monuments, standing tall, without any kind of torment
Not just in the brightest of day lights but also in the dankest of nights
But sometimes there are shadows in that specific area all in the grey light
And inside there those supposed inanimate objects of art will come to life
During a time when no one is watching, the monuments are totally glowing
With different kinds of bright, filling their shadowy void with so many lights
But this sight is not for mere mortals to see, but a special occasion indeed
Still, if you happen to be lucky enough and happen to stumble upon such
Then a privilege as such this is for you, as being one of the chosen few
To be able to see the enchanted dance, which has been going on since ancient past
And will only last for mere moments, in their shadowy hideout, ending without
A doubt in a great bang, which songs of the old minstrels sang, and dang
If you the wholesome spectacle did miss, but hey, no need to get pissed
As maybe one day you too, will find that shadowy tune, and then sparkle with
All that powerful and overwhelming colourful light, just between darkness and the light

Land ahoy or setting sail again

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“The ship ashore, can be such a bore, so better set sail out there again and some time on the waters spend” Gun Roswell 

Land ahoy or setting sail again

The old ship anchored by the shore, forgotten because it was slow and people on board got bored, as the traveling speed was too slow, for those who just wanted to really fast go

But there are those of us, preferring the calm and non fuss, hoping life to live without too much happening and then gently floating along the stream, without nothing too extreme happening.

So, perhaps this neglected vessel might just be the one thing we are looking for, stranded, by the seashore, but still worthy of a fight, and getting out there on the waves sometimes loud.

Without further doubt or thought, getting onboard, the creaking wooden planks playing their musical sounds, as the few of us enter the ship, ready for a fantastic trip.

As soon as the checks are done, sails hoisted and clearing all moorings before embarking to the high seas, as this is exactly the kind of style and pace we all seek, nothing to stop the old gal from beginning the short trip, because this is one fine albeit retro seaworthy ship.

Fly to the monochromatic grey

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“There is nothing to it, just flap your wings and fly away, at least, that is how it was to me explained, but haven’t tried it yet thought, maybe I should? After all, it could actually work, even with my stubby wings on my old back?” Gun Roswell 

Fly to the monochromatic grey

Taking flight in the middle of the night, flying ever so high by simply, or rather not simply, flapping the wings of might, as there is nothing quite so daring, as trying and exceeding mind over gravity, as the pull is no longer winning, and the earth, stopped all spinning, as the sensations of floating freely up against the tall of the very skies is the only thing making the flyers heart roar and sing, as it is indeed a thing, when finally in flight, in the might of the grey coloured skies.

But that of course, could only be in fantasy as the birds and bees are the only ones capable of such a great feat, and so, even if only in the fantasy for the non winged ones, left here on the ground and can now only in envy watching those capable to rise above the clouds, disappearing into the shroud of the grey covering it all, and they will never fall as the winds will carry them to wherever they need to go, but those of us with clipped wings can still bring joy out of seeing them up there fly, and in our secret dreams, we can too.

Bricked walls keeping us safe

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“The walls are supposed to keep us all safe, but they can also divide us from the rest of the world, at least, so I have heard, perhaps it’s not so bad after all?“ Gun Roswell

Bricked walls keeping us safe

The ancient stones, dug from deep within the earth, just because, those builders from the past, knew well, that those stones, would so totally last. Erecting the walls of old school structures, making them safe and sound, without any interruptions, and now, even if those stone cutters are long gone, those stones or rather bricks they laid are still standing strong. And there is really nothing wrong, in wanting a monument left behind you, whether that be a statue, a thought or a even building, something of a reminder, of those people who dwelled in those structures, can still be seen inside the heavy built walls, or at least the spirit of them, lingering on, the good kind, or perhaps even haunted ones, still, it does not matter as even today, the people living inside of the walls are feeling safe from the outside dangers lurking, even if they might simply be the imaginary kind, but hey, staying inside, is also fine, especially, when living in history itself, what better place is there really to dwell in, than a bricked laid wall, never failing.

The cold hand of winter

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“The winter is the cruelest season of them all, at least, that is the way it was described before” Gun Roswell

The cold hand of winter

Everything deeply buried in the cold air and frozen snow and ice, which admittedly looks very nice, when not having to shovel the stuff or slip and break something off. But, the snow and ice is also a cover, a sort of a shelter against the cold weather, especially for the nature and the delicate seeds and those animals whom are deeply in their winter sleep. So, before going off and scolding all that snow and ice, which mostly, is not that nice for the human dweller, there is something good about this season as well, like the protectiveness to nature it gives. But also the pretty and gorgeous vistas of the snowy fields and forests, the statuesque contracts when a snow storm has passed and left behind all kinds of things looking artsy and nice. And of course, for those appreciating the ever changes scenery, us, the card carrying photo snappers never weary of getting ourselves out here and taking the perfect pic, this winter’s season will give a lot of slack, and you don’t even have to walk far, as it’s all there, even on the back yard. But, it’s pretty cold outside, most of the time in winter, so dress up warm to avoid the cold hand, of the dreary winter.

Blue in the Winter

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“There is always time for some blues in the midst of a crispy white winter” Gun Roswell

Blue in the Winter

Snowy and icy, sometimes even spicy, the winter scene before me, with all the monochromic colours of white and grey, but not today, as today, I am feeling the blues, especially, when the moment arises just before the darkness is upon. No matter whether it is the songs I am singing or the colour descending upon the land, it is a true blue hue of the moment, which captures the heart of the winter, not the calm and cold and crispy whites, which are the dominant ones for most of the winters time. And so today, celebrating this calming phenomena right there out on display over the sea and land, the magnificence of this state more than any one single person can stand, the totally painted skyline in blue, as is the colour of the snow and the trees, right there visible for anyone wanting to see, the blues in the winter, have arrived once again. And so, here is sit, a small being in the middle of nowhere much, admiring the view as such, taking it all in and start to sing my very own kind of blues.