Narrow escape

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“There is nothing to it. Simply squeeze yourself into the pit, and there, is your escape!“ Gun  Roswell

Narrow escape

The tunnel quite dark, but it was totally smart, using this very path, as in the day light, nothing was possible, certainly, not running away, simply the very thought implausible.

But the night time was upon, and finding the perfect hole, to dig through, even if it would be a narrow escape, by all accounts, the fit just about perfect, at least I think it is.

Crawling inside, there is really nothing to smile about, only holding my breath, while pushing through, the seemingly ending corridor, but at the end the door, is waiting, because today, I am finally escaping!

Poolside, so divine

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“Digging up some of the old stuff, mainly pictures from the travels past, as you all now know, that all, is kinda in the past, the travelling part that is, because of, well you know… but one can dream, right?“ Gun Roswell

Poolside, so divine

The cool and blue, and that is the truth as the sun is scorching, so the best place for loitering, really is, inside the cool waters. Digging in there, never coming up, except for a huff and puff, and right back in, diving. Pretending to swim, but really, what I am doing, is letting my old tired body, sink into the balm of that which is, the calming blue water.

Oh, so lush green

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“Summer is here and so is all the green popping out, was there ever any doubt” Gun Roswell 

Oh, so lush green

The green on the trees, the bushes, everywhere seen and even allowing the flowers to use their stem colour, as green, naturally.

But it’s not just the lush green, pretty as seen, but also a great cover, a camouflage of the highest caliber, as provided by Mother Nature herself.

The privacy curtain, certainly not hurting, the dwellers living beyond, the green wall, standing strong, against every kind of peeping Tammy or Tom.

But the most important thing, is not the cover or the wall, rather the fact that it’s summer and all that green, makes the air fresher and more easy to breathe.

Fiery, but oh so good

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“They might taste good and you know they should, but after even a small bite, you can easily light up a great big bon fire!” Gun Roswell

Fiery, but oh so good

The multicoloured itty bitty, small and shiny things

Those oh so juicy and totally delicious bling-blings

But rather the ones consumable and edible kinds

Which in the store’s produce section you’ll easily find

Those many a colours and shapes will make you smile

But be ware, as their lure is rater good

Still caution use, while even a small bite consumed

As they are fiery little things, which rather than making you sing

Fire breathing you will yourself soon enough find

Like a dragon from an old fairy tale or similar sort of a kind

Will you then utterly and totally become!

Crisscross across the lake, because it’s late

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”The sun is setting, because the moon is finally letting, exhausted from all that shining and so, without too much whining, going to sleep, for the night” Gun Roswell 

Crisscross across the lake, because it’s late

The small lakeside, getting much more darker each passing moment, being almost like torment, for those wanting nothing more than all that  light of the day, there for all of the night to stay.

But, it was hardly possible, to sustain all that light, especially during the ever darkening night, and so, another kind of workaround was devised, that of artificial light, with an on and off switch, on its very side.

And so, even if most of them did adore and worship the sun and it’s bright light, they had come to terms with the fact, that the dark night, would be their continued plight, it was still all fine, as now, they could simply switch on, a brand new light, not as bright, but still totally fine.

Ships Ahoy!!!

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“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell

Ships Ahoy!!!

The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.

As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.

Pulla Biili, The Bun Car

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“The pink hue, is inviting the few, with its sugary outlook, to come and take a close look, and perhaps, to buy some sweet tasting buns too“ Gun Roswell

Pulla Biili, The Bun Car

The smell of freshly baked goods, never really able to resist the lure, of something so very good, then again, without sampling, there is no understanding, of how it really tastes, as the odours, albeit oh so very tempting, are nothing, compared to the actual taste of things, and so, begging, for one bite, just to get it right, in the awaiting mouth, then, when assured it is the needed stuff, there is really not getting enough, of the sugary sustenance.

Postal Service on Mopeds

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“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!

Just, passing by

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“I will be here, just for a while, not long, as I am, simply passing by” Gun Roswell

Just, passing by

Don’t mind me! As you were! 

No need to move, as it’s just me, stumbling here on my own two feet, trying to sort it all out, so, hey, giving here a shout, of hello and well, guess goodbye too, as I can only stay for a few, the moments ticking by, and then it will be time for me to fly, leave, as in go away, why?

Well, I was only here for the while, you know, ‘cause I was just, passing by!

From salad to strawberries

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“The food while somewhere travelling, can be a highlight of the trip, at least, when it’s fresh and nicely displayed” Gun Roswell

From salad to strawberries

The smells, sounds and sights of the various foods sizzling ever so bright, hoping the tastes will become equal to such, as feeling peckish and wanting to have some, because this was part of the plan of the trip to a foreign land, to sample the cuisine, the excellent dishes, because I suspect there are no real misses, as to the palette so extreme, that most will be delicious, especially those made out of fresh produce.

From salad, the appetiser of the actual dish, as some think, while others simply enjoy their large portion of a plate, with all kinds of funky things added, some just for display, but trying all of it just the same, gobbling it all up, before the desert will arrive, from the plentiful bounty, and as it all looked too fine, it was so hard to chose, from the selection of divine, but, as soon as it was brought to table, those red juicy berries, could not wait to sample one, two, and more, yes, indeed, I had scored!