Looking for a place to rest on

“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 g
arment
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 

Sunny seats reflected

“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.

Seated in the summery heat

“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 

A blue seat midst the Greek

“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!

Winter is art?


“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.

Snow’s frozen blanket

“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

Frosted as the Forest is

“It’s snow, but it looks like something straight out of a fairytale or then, something someone just baked?” Gun Roswell

The snow was slowly floating
The trees with a powdery white cloaking
Like a sugar candy coating
As Mother Nature watched gloating

“Look how pretty I made it!
I don’t care one shit,
If the humans don’t see the fit.

It’s pretty and clean,
Most gorgeous thing they ever seen!

So what if it is freezing cold
And the ever rising wind blows!
Better suck it and enjoy,
For this, is my utter ploy!”

And so the little minions of Earth
Went forth in both fear or mirth
After all, how long could it be before the birth
Of summer

Winter, has landed over suburban land

“It’s that time again, winter! Lasting for the next, say six or more months! Not fun!!!” Gun Roswell

Cold, quite white and certainly monochrome
Nature silent under the newly made snowy dome
But, when the sun paints a triple rainbow
(at least sometimes it does)
And that beauty, will bring you to an awe

The winter time has arrived

“For those enjoying winter? Well, guess there is only one thing to say: good luck!” Gun Roswell

Buried deep in the newly fallen snow
When the hard winds had during the night blown
Life now going very slow
As time quicker will not flow
As this is the winter time for us all
Wanna go quicker?
Tough luck but sorry, no!
Then all you can say is:
“Doh!”

Suburban Hoods

“Sometimes, the coolest places can be found just around the corner, even here, in suburbia, no matter the weather though, as it’s summer!” Gun Roswell


When visiting a neighbouring suburbia
You may end up getting a hernia
When trying some moments to snap
And into the skylights tap
Watch out for the heavy traffic
Or get yourself into something catastrophic

Run over the streets quickly
But keep that camera clicking
Presto and Voila!
Before you get to say ha!
Make sure all your body parts are there
If not, then someone might get a spare
So now, the tours have ended
And indeed, twas time well spent