Blue on the Mountain top

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“There is just something about blue, simply so stunning and I just keep on watching the view” Gun Roswell

Blue on the Mountain top

Staring into the scene of magnificence most likely something I have never seen before at least, but I feast on the view, resurrecting from the sea and it matches so totally the feel of myself at the moment, the cool blue hues, not a bad feeling at all, calming in a sense and making time stall. I just hope that the sun up there in the bluest of skies won’t fall as it seems to be quite hight above the mountain top very tall.

But as I keep watching, I am also reflecting back to the moment when I first saw this magnificent scene in front of me. And ever since that special time I have been in awe of this, well, divine, where the earth and the sky are aligned in perfect harmony staying perfectly still in the lazy hazy surrounded by nothing else, except all those of us gaping up in awe and feeling the blues of the universe, and even if I could turn the gear to reverse, I would not, as this moment is the perfect one of them all until tomorrow, when there is hopefully more.

On the sunny side, getting fried, in the sun

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“The sun is fun, as long as it’s not too hot or bright and shining all the time or well, hell, I wish it would rain already!“ Gun Roswell

On the sunny side, getting fried, in the sun

The bench beckoned I reckoned as I was tired of all that trotting around as what ever I thought there was to be found, well it wasn’t all that. So, looking for a place to sit, and then it hit me. Out there in the warming sun I could bask the rest of the afternoon, as the skies were the colour of cool blues and the wind was, well, there. It was warm but at least that beat a weather filled with storm any time. Taking a leap of faith, literally as I did jump the few feet to reach the unoccupied bench there in the middle of the street. Not really the street but close by on the side walk empty and waiting for me to sit down and loose that suddenly risen frown. There, I sat on my tired ass and it was all good and fine at least for a while. But then, after a moment of shedding all the load of the running rampant day, it hit me. Literally, it hit me. The heat so strong I felt like I was cooking and then looking around and up and down, I could see there were absolutely no clouds to be seen. Only the blues in the skies, as clear was the place and the sun, well, it was even bigger and brighter than I had remembered while running amok out there. Sweat pouring from each and every single piece of skin on my body and I suspected the insides were drowning too. Wherever it was coming from, I blamed the sun, as this was far from fun. Being fried like a shrimp on the barbie on the sunny side of the street or all over the place, as there really was no shade anywhere to be found. Well, maybe if I went underground. So, there I was unable to move and slowly getting cooked, cursing my faith and wishing it would finally rain!

Blue is the colour of the haze in this place 

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“There’s a lot of blues out there, just join in and start singing your own blues, it’s that simple and quite cool too!“ Gun Roswell

Blue is the colour of the haze in this place 

The early morning hues seem to be full of all kinds of blues. But only the good kind in a sense that they were out there colouring the skies, the seas and the overall feel. But none too blue, only the cool kind of hue. As the mist then causing a funky kind of a haze on top of the setting of the place, wherever it may lay, and soon enough, it too is becoming one with the blue. But it does not really matter, as the cool and calming shatter of all them blue hues in one smooth mix of a scene in the early morning hours only to be seen. And if you yourself feel like singing some kind of a blues, well that is simply alright too, as whatever the thing is which will inspire the artist in you, then nobody is judging here, in this state over in the hazy side of the blue. So be cool and be totally blue!

Sunrise by the seaside

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“The cliche of a sunrise, well, it just makes me smile to look at it, that’’s all, the sunrise I mean, not the cliche!“ Gun Roswell

Sunrise by the seaside

Walking on an empty beach in the early morning hours simply to reach, that best spot on the sandy shore, to catch the first rays of the dawn. Making my space on this on specific place as I wait with patience for the spectacle of the morning display to come alive because without that special thing to be seen, I am not able my day to begin, rather falling to a pit of darkness, caring less of it all, and that is no way to be living.

But I am staying strong, knowing the ball of fire will not take long, to make its appearance like it always does. And it is simply because if a day would happen, without seeing at least of glimpse of that one shiny thing high up in the skies, then most of us would likely die and that is no lie. As the bright and fiery star even from a far, give us all that we need to survive and if we are smart, we keep on worshiping the bright bringers of life each and every morning, as it rises over the horizon.

Crisscross around the bay

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“On a glorious summer’s day, crisscross around the bay“ Gun Roswell 

Crisscross around the bay 

The day sunny and warm, great as a matter of fact just after the storm. The question remained as to what would be the best way to spend it, as time left now was plenty. The calm between the weathers ever changing and really no time for complaining. The only choice really was to rejoice and pump up that feeling of having some fun out there in the warming sun. 

Hitting the beach and finding a small boat so totally sleek. Then jumping right in an d hitting the blue waves, and cruising all day long before the winds once again would get too strong. Crossing the bay and then back again. Like a merry go round only better in so many ways. As it was on the seaside the waters making your smile. And the ride, well that too was quite wild.

In essence the day going fast by as having fun will apparently turn the clocks wind to faster than usual but still, taking a break in the midst of a stormy seasonal shake. Well what could be more greater than crisscrossing around on this small size lake.

Transformation

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“Transforming from a yellow flower to a fluffy sphere, in an instant, without any fear” Gun Roswell 

Transformation

The sleeping bud of the flower sprout out to a blooming marvel, to be admired by most but envied by some, as the nature had sprung all that beauty into a single one. A perfect stem of a figure with the tresses of magnificent yellowish gold hue, surely had to be the finest of the selected few! The ohs and ahs hardly ever seizing as the crowds this gorgeous being could not stop pleasing.

Imagine the surprise, when after a while, must have been sunrise, the yellow halo was almost gone and its place a dull, colourless and unappealing shadow of a thing, hardly worth twice looking. Dangling in the surrounding winds, trying to stay a float, but the golden hue of a coat, now totally stripped and what remained, was quite doomed and soon to fade. 

But the dying vain of a thing had something very special hidden; the seeds of new budding life as this was only another stage in the life of this creation, despite the appearances of dull and dreary, the insides contained the beautiful sprouts soon to be out and once in bloom again, admired by many.

Day at the Beach

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“Take a break, make the time, don’t complain that you can’t and then, head for the nearest beach” Gun Roswell

Day at the Beach

Always working, never resting, making excuses for no time remaining. Only, the most important things in life are not those for which you drive towards. The best and treasured moments are those, when you feel whole, a part of the universe, and those moments can only be achieved by letting yourself be free, at least sometimes. What is an afternoon, or even a day, just being lazy and on the sandy beach to lay?

So, don’t be that fake, explaining you cannot take a break. Just to it and silence all else. Unplug the cords and get out that door. No matter a short walk, hike or even a day at the beach, just somewhere else quickly reach. Even if you say you have not deserved that break and don’t even have a special place. It’s all out there, the free space in the woods, in the yards, you really don’t need to go far. And if you are one of the lucky ones, and find that small splash of water to have some fun in, then hey, what are you waiting for!? Just go already!

Cloud whisperer 

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“Look up at the skies, those gorgeous clouds up there can whisper you the most beautiful lies” Gun Roswell 

Cloud whisperer 

The fluffy soft white clouds high up in the blue skies, will tell you no lies. That is, if you are ready to believe all that which they have to tell you, as the total of truth. But you must also know, that despite their fluffy cuteness, they may be not always be so totally honest, but that does not necessarily mean that what they tell you, is any less. It is completely up to you, what part of their tales you decide to choose, as win or loose, believing in any kind of truth is always a gamble of big stakes with no one to blame. So, listen really carefully all the whispered words, those clouds above you are willing to disburse, and after all of it you have heard, then filter out the blurbs and form the perfect sentence, leading to a very good ending. Then use it as your guideline, when things are going fine, but if they turn to worse, simply reverse the order of all them whispered words and a new guiding line will once again work. At least according to the half truths softly whispered, but somehow loud, by those mesmerising soft fluffy clouds, spinning their yarn of tales all too fine, high up there, in the blue skies. But hey, those clouds cannot be faulted for their good natured actions, as they are mere reflections, of our very own wants and desires, to only hear the half truths and the appealing lies. 

3 am in the morning in June

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“The lights are on even if it’s not even dawn?! So wha the f..k is this all about then?” Gun Roswell

3 am in the morning in June

It was supposed to be that time of the day, when you are comfortably resting in your own comfy bed. But the lights were turned on outside and there was nothing to do except open your eyes. Glaring out the window, where the confusing lights had been turned on. It wasn’t supposed to be sunrise just yet, but it seemed like the blue skies had not gotten the memo as they reflected the daily light, just for us sleepers non-delight. There is a time for everything, and this one cool and kind of an odd thing, was not one of them. Sleep is what makes the Human tick in the daily light and that strict fact cannot be ignored not even by the Almighty Mother Nature. So, next time you decide to change the universal time, please send us lowly dwellers of Earth a note or a memo, so we’ll know and can be prepared without masks covering our poor eyes, in the middle of the night, when it is time for us to be sleeping and not around the window sills to be peeking at the glorious light of the blue coloured skies. That is something we can do during the real day and it should be enough the tired Human then stated after a few huffs and puffs and sighs, as they really needed their sleep as it was supposed to be in the middle of the night!

High up the blues in the skies

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“Keep watching the above skies, you’ll never know what you there might find” Gun Roswell 

High up the blues in the skies

Glancing up, towards the clouds made of fluff, I see all the blue hues covering the ceiling of this wide world and then I am feeling, like the one and only lucky little geek, as I can sit here and just be, for a while at least, simply free of all the worldly troubles down here on this very ground. But up there only stars and the moon can be found and it all sounds like a nice space to escape to, at least sometimes. And after a while as I have fantasised, of being a being able to fly, high up there and after the moment has passed and I’m back on this so called earth again, as I stand and gaze up towards the skies I just left before coming back down and guess what! I am feeling, fine even without spending one dime and then, I can once again smile.