“Sometimes, it’s good to forget, the worries, the daily grind, even the shoes and simply stroll out there, into the freshly fallen snow, in only, woolen socks.” Gun Roswell
There are no missteps
Just follow my footsteps
And you may find
A reward of a different kind..
…A pair of woolen socks
“Yep, it’s Winter time once again, that horrid cold and dreary blanket tightening around us and not letting go, until maybe April or May “ Gun Roswell
The snowy paths seemingly tempting, at least when viewed from the window from comfy and warm inside, but this illusion of puffy whites and fluffy piles of soft powder only hides the fact, that it is really, really cold in there and if you even try to let out one single word of swear, your breath will freeze in an instant and the curse will only become a soft whisper, in the seemingly gorgeous and absolutely picturesque scene, of a picture perfect snow filled postcard, something to send for a seasonal holiday, even if this specific day, would leave the visitor daring the winds and gust and cold, totally not sold on the idea of “yeah this is what I really wanted to do for my one day of holiday!”
Alas, this season too, is part of the vicious cycle of life here on the planet of these humans birth, the options not really there, unless, somewhere else on the sphere a relocation plan can be fared, but usually, it is simply best to stick with the planned life despite all the strife as soon enough, there will be warmer weather ahead. Besides, these days, you can simply stay indoors and enjoy the coco and s’mores, and sleep until the sun rises once again in May.
“Nothing wasted here, with every single piece refurbished and recycled, giving the lot a new lease in life.” Gun Roswell
Abandoned, discarded, of no more use
Maybe, we all have just a too short fuse
When something is broken and no more works
Then we just run out and buy a new one like jerks
Why not mend it, fix it, or make some repairs
Or just save it and use the parts as spares
Perhaps even building something new, an artwork or something to be used?
If a neighbour or friend might need something dome, then simply share
After all, it’s better than throwing things away – it’s called care
“It’s cozy, inviting, it’s comfy, you can sleep in it, it’s a chair for sure, but yeah, something so special, life in it will be easy to endure.” Gun Roswell
Once again, time has been gone by in a whirlwind week, without much room to breathe, the lazy day is here, like it was just yesterday I was here, in the same place, the clock ticking away. But today, no matter what else there is to slay, work, tasks, life, I will take it easy and stay, in on single spot the whole day, no matter whom shall come a knocking on the door, ceiling or even the floor. I am not moving from my own designated spot.
And if someone would like to call me lazy for this single act of selfishness, then be my guest, as I really could not care less. As it said in the ancient song of the past, this one day, is my day of rest, and unless you have some other suggestion to make me rethink my current position, then please, leave me alone, seated in my special spot, from the zero hour on the dot, until another one strikes on the clock, my ass is not moving unless nature is calling, or then, if the house around me should be falling. This is my day to stay, immobile and for now, that is a status simply fine.
“Sometimes, the weary traveller simply needs to rest, for a moment to lift up their feet, simply because of the heat and well, walking, walking, walking for so very long. And even when feeling strong, there is the need to recharge, before strolling along.” Gun Roswell
But, the reality soon hit, right smack in that pale face
And the sweat pouring, nay, soaring out each and every pour started
After some moments, when soaked through each and every garment
It was time to get the hell out of the sun and find some shade
Glancing, glaring, staring, all around the heads spinning
Trying to find that one perfect spot, where to sit down on the dot
It was already starting to get really frustrating
The face, neck and body, covered with sweating
But then, in the corner fo the very eye, which had so much spied
Behind the vail of frustration, even if this was supposed to be the best vacation
A spot in a small cafe, there, in the shades, hidden from the sun
All that remained to do, was to gather some courage and toward it to run
The setup like from a picture perfect
A table with two seats and a large bench set
Just for us weary touristy types way over their heads
Boy, am I glad this day us here finally had lead!
Seated happily for the rest of the day
Deciding to spend it in this very same place
Ordering food and drinks was so easy as cake
Why the hell would anyone do anything else
“Is this real life or memorex? Remember that commercial from the beyond? Is the reflected perfect setting from a sunny beach, a poolside sun-bed real or just, a recording of some holiday from the past? Of those days you wanted for so long to last?” Gun Roswell
The mind might be playing some tricks on me, as I am slowly sifting through, all the bundled up memories in my own mind, of the holiday, years back, quite sublime. It really happened by accident, as I ran across, an image in a forgotten folder, of the vision captured, at the perfect moment frozen in time, when all was simply, fine, in the good old times, when we were all freely allowed to explore the world around us, without too much of a fuss.
So, dwelling on that photograph for a while, without rush and hurry, even if the image was a tad blurry, as was my locked away memory of the place, the time and the plenty of sunshine, un-phased by whatever negatives there might have been there along the way. But as so many other things in our minds, those hazy days of yesteryear will always have a golden hue to them, or most of them do, as trying to save only the few good ones, with or without the puns.
“Sometimes, a chair is just a chair, to sit on. But when travelling far and long, you really need something to sit on, the hurting feet cannot too long go, and so, any chair is a blessing in form. As soon as spotted, the empty chair, over there, becomes the most precious respite of them all.” Gun Roswell
The designated holiday times, having finally arrived
Shouted out, was a big hoot with some jives
Packing up, all the needed trash
For this, unplanned, quick getaway, in a flash
So now, headed for what ever kind of port
Was ready to accept us, to start this trip of a notice short
Because this thing was certainly going to happen
With or without all that likely crappin’
OK, so after all kinds of back and forth ‘xplaining
The road trip was finally on the part of landing
The island of ones dreams dead ahead in perfect still
Well, as much seen from a small cockpit window sill
Off and out and into the taxi cab with a shout
Soon enough the accommodation in sight with sign shouting loud
“B and B” for all sizes and kinds
Just come on inside and your place find”
After the slightly drama, when doing all of the unpack
It was finally time, to get up and go out and yes, slack
After all, this was supposed to be. a holiday to the letter so strong
With rest, relaxation, something something and all that jazz all day long
When getting outside, the warm wall hits you in the face
It feels so good, after so many months of living inside the icescapades
In the land way, way up north, where the only transport is a sleigh
Wanting nothing more than to get out of that place
But, the reality soon hit, right smack in that pale face
And the sweat pouring, nay, soaring out each and every pour started
After some moments, when soaked through each and every garment
It was time to get the hell out of the sun and find some shade
Glancing, glaring, staring, all around the heads spinning
Trying to find that one perfect spot, where to sit down on the dot
It was already starting to get really frustrating
The face, neck and body, covered with sweating
But then, in the corner fo the very eye, which had so much spied
Behind the vail of frustration, even if this was supposed to be the best vacation
A spot in a small cafe, there, in the shades, hidden from the sun
All that remained to do, was to gather some courage and toward it to run
The setup like from a picture perfect
A table with two seats and a large bench set
Just for us weary touristy types way over their heads
Boy, am I glad this day us here finally had lead!
Seated happily for the rest of the day
Deciding to spend it in this very same place
Ordering food and drinks was so easy as cake
Why the hell would anyone do anything else
“The blue colour calming and inviting, despite the chair rather small, but this is the custom, no seats reserved rather free for all. So, do, take a load off, on a sunny hot day, a moment stay, before taking to the streets for some touristy stuff to do.” Gun Roswell
Several seats, available, at the station???
A great big surprise on this, vacation!
Waiting for the bus for a short or long trip
A vacation before next Monday arrives, then hopping on a ship?
Or so it seems,
As this trip, is far from a regular one,
Absolutely no plans, only point to have some fun,
As it’s either that or a bust!
The holiday given, a must!
“There is a lot of spontaneous art happening during the winter time, with the freezing and melting and ice and snow“ Gun Roswell
The warmer temperatures came and went and the freezing process started again, raising havoc on the side walks of all things, people falling down and breaking their legs, arms and hips.
But if there is one great thing about this back and forth of the weather in the winter time, is at least the quick freezing of the nature kind.
As if by surprise, the sprouts were coming alive one moment due to the sun shine, and then, over night, with the plummeting temperatures, they were flash frozen in time to be persevered for at least, until the next time the gods controlling the climate would change their minds and bring on warmer breezes and doing the unfreezing of the gorgeous pieces of art work as provided by nature’s creatures.
But until the warm front hits the lands once again, let’s just go out there and admire the splendours and free art, much of it quite smart, perhaps snap a few photos in the process and write some fancy poetry or whatever words on the paper, for the rest of the world to admire at least in bits and bytes.
“It certainly looks a lot like winter, nothing but snow, snow and then some across the land.” Gun Roswell
The total brightness surrounding
As snowy blankets cover all
I am feeling my heart pounding
Cannot help but feeling so very small
The world seemingly wider
With nothing else, but snow as a divider
Rantings Of A Third Kind 