“Sometimes it only takes one dime to make that important connection… at least it did in the olden times, now if seems to be so much easier?” Gun Roswell
A phone call away
Pick up the phone, the one you are always grabbing in your hold anyway
It’s as easy as that, just press on the numbers on the surface flat
And if you don’t remember the exact ones, the there is a place of fun
Where to find all kinds of missing, called google of plenty a things
Make the connection finally even if it has been a long while
It will all be all worth the short while in the end,
With just a moment on the line with someone important to spend
“There is something for sure to be found beyond the walls, the fences and behind the closed doors. Simply dare to open the closed door and enter to a world filled with mystery.“ Gun Roswell
Beyond the doorway
It can be scary and most likely quite frightening too, but once you cross that barrier, the one inside of you, the fear, then the next step, is to open the tightly closed door.
Watching, observing, glaring and looking, only waiting for something scary. And so, when nothing bad really happens, perhaps then taking the step into the unknown, because if you do not, you will certainly regret not having embarked on the adventure when possible.
The final sept, taking the leap of faith in a manner of speaking and soon enough, the large and wide world on the outside, can be explored with some caution but mostly out of curiosity and that is the start of the path taken to enrich the small world back home.
“Riding a bike during winter times, especially with too much snow… can be… difficult.” Gun Roswell
A bike ride in the midst of the snowy season
Finding a ride in the haste of early morning hours can be difficult. Especially during the snowy filled times, the two wheeled ride buried deep inside and when you finally get it out, a wheel just missing be might.
But no worries, you always try on some acrobatics and ride on the one wheel only, that is if you are feeling boldly?
The other option is to simply take on the challenge and walk?
“I seem to have only few moods these days, three to be exact and honestly, they are simply variations of each other” Gun Roswell
Three moods to be exact
There are times when one’s mood could be described as happy, even chipper with a laugh way too loud, maybe?
And then there are those times, more often so these days, when the one single mood, even if it was assumed they were three different ones, but totally so, they are the same, and this is where the poem start the writer to blame.
The blue, the grey and then morphing into the very dark, the idea of becoming totally snide with a loud bark, even if the whole idea perhaps none too smart.
Alas, it was a time of regress, if this special state needed to be confessed, moving away from the fun and sun, even people who seemed to be always and everywhere around.
“The time is now, even if it is in the middle of the night, but if it feels right, simply, write” Gun Roswell
2.47 am
Sometimes it is right to just be awake, when others sleep, because your mind is in to deep of it all, the worlds created and destroyed, inside the very head of your own, and just because the timing might be bad, throwing away ideas popping up so vey sad or glad?
Well, simply not an option, as the very concoction, can soon be read online, and whether it is fine or not?
“The good old fashion snail mail, never fails… well it does, a lot actually, so, try to use the non-paper binary mode of a postal service whenever you can!” Gun Roswell
Postal Service on Mopeds
They arrive in ones and twos, sometimes more even, riding on their bikes, but these days even motorised fancy looking trikes.
They are the workers in uniform, dressed for service, for us mere mortals waiting for their news and whatnots, but mostly not.
They are the proud people of the postal services, these days a rather archaic job perhaps, as most of the stuff’s gone all digital.
But when all else fails, the computers being down, electrical surges being the cause, these postal workers, will bring our daily post!
“It’s all covered now, the paths to which ever way, nothing to do now, except to slap on a pair of skis to get moving” Gun Roswell
The snowy tracks to follow
A surprise of a winter, put quite the proverbial splinter on our sides, as all the roads disappeared quickly over night. Now, every which way you look, piles and piles of snow each and every place overtook just in a matter of hours, with all the heavy snowy showers. But even if the regular transports, such as cars, bikes, buses and even trains, would be out of order, leaving the weary traveller in disdain. Well, do I have a perfect solution for you, call it, somewhat, old school.
What is it then, that would let you fly across a snowy mountain? Downhill way, is certainly the best escape, from a regular two or four wheeled ride, when you speed ahead with a smile. Or maybe, the exercising lately, has been neglected somewhat, but with this solution, all those so called problems, will be gone by the end of the day. So, here is the deal: slap on a pair of two wooden planks and strap them into your boots, then add two sticks to gain the forward momentum needed and stability to maintain. Yes, they are also known as skis, so, simple right?
“Snowy and freezing roads ahead, but the buggy, certainly, is a warming bed“ Gun Roswell
Ride, ride, ride a horse buggy in the fresh snow
It may not have been a special occasion at all, at least, not since the days had grown shorter after Fall, but there was just something so great, about a day after, a heavy snow fall. The idea of spending some time out there in nature without care, maybe even, a picnic of a different kind, as just thinking about it, got wide smiles. Packing up the basket, especially the hot beverage. Mittens, shoes and hats, and thick coat at that, then ready and able to hitch that magical ride, outside in the open wide. But also cold, so don’t forget to bundle up and sip some of that old magical warming elixir of life (coffee).
It was a freezing day after all, so remaining warm, was the key, but not so much so, to limit the vision to see. All the snow covered fields and trees, nothing but miles and miles of white to be seen. Certainly, a must on the list, was that one side trip, to the not so open sea, as this time of year it was all invisible and chill. Maybe spot an island or too, and then take a slide on the ice out of the blue. Then again, spotting all that white, yes you guessed it, the colour of the season, of the one simple reason, snow! Might just have been about the coolest thing you ever saw. Or then again, not. But what ever the feeling for winter is, this one thing, at least, you have to try out, because as the buggy moves, you will shout!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 