“A small boat, taking its time, while slowly moving towards the setting sun.” Gun Roswell
Take that axe
Off your back
Sit down
And relax
And I’ll bet
A blue sunset
By the seaside
You’ll never forget
Slow boat down the dark river
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Daily Snaps
The lighthouse on the island
“It’s a solitary stance, the two huddled together for warmth. But, during the darkest hours, the light will guide those lost at sea to a safe harbour.” Gun Roswell
The light might be the only hope
For those travelling in the darkness on a slippery watery slope
Guidance the one thing the structure solemn needs to do
The weary traveller back on the right path
No hardships endured
Something about ice?
“Yeah, so the water totally freezes when the temperature hits below 0 degrees Celsius, that is science not fiction. Just like the lakes and ocean surfaces. So, take out your skates and go, get out there for a spin, why don’t ya!” Gun Roswell
The early morning sunrise
Filling the wintery horizon
Across the land and even seaside
In a blanket of frozen ice
The waterfall
“The cascading waters of the fall, despite the roar, are calming my nerves” Gun Roswell
The waters of the fall kept going ever downward, towards their inevitable fall, into the pond which from the warm weather would vaporise the droplets to an invisible fume, soon rising into the mighty skies. Filling the clouds until full and then falling back to the ground with the rain brought on by storm quite strong. Ending in the lake or river high up on the mountains where from the invincible droplets would make their way down the water fall once again, thus completing the circle, ongoing forever and ever.
Finest engineering by Mother Nature, rigged for most of our pleasures. The pure vision of power cannot leave anyone watching it sour, not for long at least. And if you are one of the lucky ones, you can try to get inside the wall of falling water and take a nice and long cold shower. Maybe even become like one of the flowers lulling gently on the surface of the splashing waters. Before the day is over these elements would have won you over and then before you realise, this charming setting, might be a difficult one of letting go. But for now, go with the gentle flow, stay in the water, play around like a sea otter, as there is still time.
Blues across the board abroad
“Looks gorgeous doesn’t it, even if it is all blue.” Gun Roswell
Sailing, into the blue, to cure, all, of my sad blues, unfortunately failing, now continued sailing away, in the blue, as it seems to be eternal, for us, chosen few.
Blues by the Oceanside
“Where there is an ocean blue, there is always some blues to be heard on the waves so cool“ Gun Roswell
The ocean vast, meant to last, past the earthly grounds, but sometimes, when the only thing you think you can see are the blues going on forever, and then, something totally unexpected pops up right there in the middle of it all.
There is something to be said, about this, very tall and statuesque, also blue in colour, or so it seems, as it sticks out from the calming waves, from the oceanic steams creating an illusion of a protective shroud, looking totally esteemed.
A mountain so tall, that if you were to climb up on it, well, you might be in for a scary fall, unless you are totally prepared for the adventure ahead, but once you get right there on the top, the world below endless and will never stop.
But, if you are one of the mere mortals, who cannot reach all them fancy portals, then staying on the beach the option, of watching the views and the cool and calming blue hues, the watery waves and then, the mountain from the distance.
Life, never perfect?!?
“Life is not perfect and neither am I “ Gun Roswell
Every day a pretty smile for the camera
This target requires loads of stamina
Acting, pretending, life is just dandy
Secretly crying, and eating that last piece of candy
Money may be tight, cannot afford the evening light
Eating the neighbour’s leftovers, dug up from the bio trash bin, not such a sin
Living life to the fullest, only to find out you’re the dullest
Watching pictures from friends on the Instagram, basking in the sun of a foreign land
Realising all the best laid plans, went down the drain, with the spring rain
Making up the perfect image, the best produced scam, imagined anyone can
Acting, playing the part, none of the wiser, but you are the biggest lier
Facade so permanent, face turning into stone, sooner or later it will reach your bones
Wake up, before it is too late
Learn, to not yourself to hate
Life is not perfect and neither are you
You thought different, but you are the biggest fool
After all, you are a just a tiny ball, in the worldwide game of pinball
Thrown against the walls, like everyone else, and sooner or later, everyone falls
You can try to stall, play a different song
But none of us are strong, it’s all just pretend
Blue seat in the restaurant
“The seats are painted in the sane hue as the sky and the ocean, the colour of a deep blue“ Gun Roswell
The seaside beckoned, as the weary traveller reckoned, it was time for a break from the daily grind and so, to find a good place for a day or two to hide, was now on the agenda of things to do, and this time there was no time to lose, getting there a must, to shed the daily dust.
So, after some thinking, the perfect place was sinking in, as the pictures of a cool and calm blue place, where harmony permanently stays, came into view and then there really as nothing more of the very facts to chew, expect to pic and choose, for the time to embark.
After a few moments spent on the trails, the place, exactly the same as the picture did indicate, was in view, nothing amiss, the calming waves, the fluffy clouds against the blue skies, the warming sun in the face, definitely, this was the place.
And then to admire it all, on this sunny day filled with warmth, what better place to be at, enjoying all the vistas, than a restaurant, right by the pier, falling no fear, only to choose the perfect spot, midst the dark blue chairs on the dot, and taking the time, now off the clock.
Sun Blocked
“The sun will be shining, long after we are all gone, and even if it may be dimming, never again so strong, for now, trust that the rise and set will be there for you to let, dictate your very days to come“ Gun Roswell
The streets are as long as are the shadows cast, the very mood, the overall ambience just like from the past, meant to last, long after those admiring the special moment, have come and gone, and over the rainbow bridge passed.
And so, do not worry, and for goodness sake, don’t be sorry if missing the special spell in time, as the sun will come back again in the morning, it always does, even if there just might be a totally cloudy cast and with rain and thunder hitting hard, because the sun, is somewhere there, behind the curtain, only waiting for its moment to shine through.
And so, with that thought, safely go to bed, fall asleep, knowing, the one sure thing in life will be there, even if all other things might just fall apart, as the globe of fire, is totally smart, meant to last, way longer than any kind of life, here on this small blue ball.
Summer Reflections
“Summer is definitely still here, as per proof, the hot weather, skimpy outfits and reddish sunburns, which really do hurt! And those, are just few of the vibes, of the summer’s jive!“ Gun Roswell
Summer is always such a special time for most of us anyway. As it comes by every now and again. And while summer only lasts for a brief moment in time. Perhaps it is just fine. As then, it is much more easy to admire. All that it is to worship the plentitude of nature as it hits. Out of the blue, all green, yellow and well, blue too.
Take it all in, let it grab your heart and then you too can sing. As soon enough, the rough of the upon coming fall. Followed only by the cold and harsh of winter stalls, all the time in the world. While seemingly lasting forever. But will make the Summer Time, feel so much more better.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 