Three moods to be exact

“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.

Glassy, glass and then some 


“So much shiny, see through glass, it’s, impossible!” Gun Roswell 

Glassy, glass and then some 

Tender, delicate, totally breakable

Transparent, shiny, quite clean

The ware for many occasions 

But mostly, useful for any kind of liquid 

Sweet, sour, strong or just plain

No matter what, it’s all the same

The purpose for these shiny objects

Is to hold in the precious liquids 

For these ready to consume any of it

And that would be pretty much it 

Except some do like to collect them

Filling their cupboards with glassy things

Just because they look good

In all imaginable colours a buyer could

Be able to purchase these fine looking products 

As well never really can have enough of that stuff 

2.47 AM


“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?

Guess you should be the judge of that?

Postal Service on Mopeds

“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!

The snowy tracks to follow

“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?

Ride, ride, ride a horse buggy in the fresh snow

“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!

A Trip To Helsinki City (four)

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“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”

A Trip To Helsinki City

Yes, you know who they are! Welcome to Hell-sinki!

A Trip To Helsinki City (three)

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“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”

A Trip To Helsinki City

These Finns talk in funny accents and drink lots of coffee.
They drive like nuts, because rally is in their bloods.
They sit naked in the middle of freezing cold in a lake or a pond.
In return, they have this dark small lodge, called the Sauna,
where they sit naked in a hundred degree heat.
Then later in July, when the sun comes out once a year, the complain about a twenty degree heat.

continued in part four

A Trip To Helsinki City (two)

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“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”

A Trip To Helsinki City

The place where all Finns dress in jumpsuits all year long and polar bears roam the streets.
Penguins and other arctic dwellers are as familiar house pets as a cat or a dog.

continued in part three

A Trip To Helsinki City (one)

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“We’re on a highway to Hell-sinki!”

A Trip To Helsinki City

Helsinki, the little town in the middle of nowhere, called Finland. You may have heard of it?

continued in part two