“The views from the windows in winter time are simply breathtaking, then again, if you venture to the cold weather outside, then your breath will most certainly be taken!” Gun Roswell
Winter’s window view
The views of the early morning or even mid afternoon, before the darkness arrives in the later time of the day, the sun shining, brightly, for once at least in the middle of this season, the blue skies and fluffy whites up there and the crispness of the cool and cold winter’s air, all those combined, sure do make a wonderful find, when every once in a while, you will remember to look outside the window, the views magnificently monochromic, compared to anything from the summer, but in contrast, these are the times, you don’t mind going back to, in the very heat of the warm season for sure. So, take a good long look, even if it is just the street and the neighbours nook, all covered with the snowy feature, a very cold but still somehow warm blanket of the season, reminding us all, it is time to take it slow and energise ourselves, before the other seasons with warmer weather will soon follow.
“Nothing better, like a day at the beach, laying lazily, on a padded seat“ Gun Roswell
A day at the Beach
Sunny days, really are the best days, forget all them days rest As this is the one day, you can do what ever you may Without too much of a thought, when acting like a sloth Trying not too much to worry, about the next day, being sorry That during, nothing got done and only having some needed fun But hey, do not worry, as what is, but one single day off And then, letting your hair hang loose, and not needing to choose Whether a loose pair of the flip flops, are ´totally a proper pair Of some kind of everywhere kind of accepted footwear So, be, that one and total fool, and go and play it really cool And head out to the that one special place, where there is no doubt You can just be, the one being, without actually been seen As a total jackass, for not always, working off their own ass Relax, enjoy, your worries off deploy and take a load off For today is that one day of a sunny day, and don’t need to show off
“Santa has it great. I buy all the toys. He gets all the credit.”Mrs Claus
Just call me, Mrs Claus
You may call me, Mrs Claus Without applause Doing my bid Without one single payment of a quid Yuletide Without this, proud bride Of Santa Claus Would be, just empty banter No kind of jolly Or celebration folly Neither for me Or even, for you
“The tall shadows of a low hanging sun in the winter time look gorgeous, but scary too” Gun Roswell
The tall shadows of winter
First snow fell, heavily onto big piles, all over, the grey ground Not one single spot of dirt, or other matter, was there, to be found And as the sun started shining, on one slow afternoon leaving Tall shadows across the snow in its wake, making shiny sparkles Like tiny little diamonds, so gorgeous, that all those of us looking At them, could for a fading moment enjoy the captivating spell Of this one and bright winters day, after the long and cruel darkness Broken if only for a tiny fraction of time, and then feeling fine Almost divine, until it was once again, completely, and totally dark But even after the bright sun was gone, remaining only, was That one and hopeful spark, that one day soon, after the moon Had gone to sleep, the sun would come back, and then maybe, stay Forever, and then all of us dwellers could spend all of their days Counting the newly formed, and various kind of shapely shadows Sometimes tall, more often times short, but the hope of the light No matter if it was shining bright, was in their own hearts, forever
“There is snow on the ground again, a lot of it!” Gun Roswell
Peekaboo, through the wintery view
A forestry type setting As the son slowly letting The change of something Quite new and alluring White and crispy clean Still untouched not seen The view from behind The trees to a divine Setting from a fairytale Which is not for sale And lasting only for a while And then it’s gone with a cry But even if you manage somehow To capture the image right no You can see much more Than any picture has in store A moment of perfection Fleeting by to a direction New and most likely fine
“The colour so bright, this thing, totally, caught my eyes!“ Gun Roswell
The Red Trike
The painted fire red engine colour shining across the grey a monotonous basement of a parking lot, and it really wasn’t that difficult to spot, that totally gorgeous vehicle of a thing parked across a few dull looking four wheeled drives, so guess this tiny thing, just wanted to survive, the looks given by those big ass bullies, mocking its very existence, while missing a wheel, for instance.
“What the hell kind of a car are you anyway?” One suburban, one the larger side, with its wheels ever so large and wide asked, the tiny thing, huddled away now, in the corner to stay while, its driver was doing the shopping for the weekend, and some time away from this small trike spend.
“I am a trike, but weather proof!” The red vehicle replied, trying that, with a small smile, after all, this was its first time ever, in a great big mall, and to be honest, it really did not like at all, the banter, or rather hate talk, from all the others around there, giving it the scare.
“Oh, a trike huh?” A regular size car, commented, with a snarl, “Where does your owner, get to put all the haul, which they will most certainly have on them, as they come down from the shops.” It stated snidely as if it had some kind of revelation widely unravelled. “There is no real trunk or any kind of other place to put on all that junk, they will most certainly have scoped out, from all them shops and then bought, surely you can see the dilemma and the irony, of being such a tiny, tiny thing, despite the red armoury?”
The red trike thought for a moment, then with a loud huff and puff, it extended out its sides, making the body of it ever so wide, but with a large smile, a bit of an evil one at that, the red trike, showed off its assets quite nice, as the two, quite big tubes appeared, and as the very lids of them sprung open, the others, those even with snide remarks, could see now, clear as day, that this small trike, had a lot more on display, than what the spying eyes initially had seen.
“What do you think about my trunk now?” The red trike barked out, “Plenty of room for stuff and such, and even the rider, has leg space enough!”
No further comments were heard from the floor, as the vehicles just shut up and all their doors, as mocking such a tiny little red thing, seemed to have been a good pass time, before their owners would bring, all their shopping, filling the spaces and then some more, indeed, the little red trike, was the winner of them all, on this grey looking and dull day, at the shopping mall, then making sure the owner had plenty of space for all the stuff bought and maybe even some delicious s’mores.
“Taking a trip to a place, way, way off the grid, a pretty city in the surreal timeline, well, of sorts” Gun Roswell
The skyline surreal
The distorted vision greeting me, as I step through the gate to great unknown, the city in the distant horizon once looming, now revealed to me in its full bloom, a place out of time and space, which never quite the same stays, is now right in front of me, for me to a tour of it to do.
It was not an accident that made me wander to this place, but more of an act deliberate I popped in to all these views, as you see, I once dreamed of this magnificent skyline of sorts, and knowingly the entrance then for quite the while sought, and finding it me to this city now brought.
It might be just a simple dream I am still in, a vision quest of sorts, having me visiting a vista a totally adore, and being truthful I may just be cozily in my own bed with a snore, but nevertheless, this image I am now in was totally worth whatever the cost and so, I keep on going deeper and further inside of it all, taking it all in, no matter if I am a wake or simply in a state of dreaming.
“Take a seat, on a soggy and drenched bench, in the middle of the night, just, out of spite.” Gun Roswell
Seated in the middle of the foggy night
The night ahead long and dreary, as was the path of walking home, as the only option due to a slight misunderstanding now the arduous task, which could a long while last, and the cold rain and hard winds, certainly did nothing to aid the progress of getting there quickly and safely. But, as there really were no other options left, except, perhaps to curl up in a fetal position and cry, then try to move ahead seemed to be the logical thing to be doing, in the middle of the night without too much fight in sight.
Just as the threading was becoming as tired and dreary, the power of the carrying limbs almost gone, and the readiness of giving up and curling into that tempted ball was all to think about, something out of the blue could I spot. A bench, under the trees, tucked safely under there, away from the storm and rain and the constant pain of the sore feet, as the wrong kind of footwear caused the stains not yet seen. But this respite appearing out of the blue, might just have been the saving place to do, some rethinking of the stupid plan of wandering off in the middle of the night, and so without any fight, I decided to stay on the bench and wait for the inevitable sunrise.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 