“There is nothing to it, just grab a boat, any kind of boat and then, take off, from the seashore, the end of the pier, and head o out there, wherever you want to go” Gun Roswell
A boat across the moat
Take a really deep dive, into the ocean wide, only, this time, go with the flow and take it real slow, and inside a boat at that, because your poor body might snap, if the waves get too high, and then up towards the sky you will fly, only to crash down soon after. So, be careful out there, in the liquid stratosphere, strap up and abide by the maritime rules, as those who wrote them, were no fools. Then only will you be able to enjoy yourself fully and maybe, become a mariner too, as it is a profession quite cool. And hey, no one would blame you if you did, as that might just be the best gig of them all, until, at least, fall.
“The pretty place of spring, Paris has that kind of a ring, right?“ Gun Roswell
On the streets of Paris 2
The once certain pièce de résistance in the middle of ole’ gay Paris, is most certainly the Arc de Triomphe, giving that specific oomph, when you walk down the street, any street basically, you will end up in the circle of the streets and below to magnificent landmark, right there in its very own park of sorts. And no, it is not the kind of place to play sports. At least if you want to stay on the good side of the city Gendarmerie, while they are doing their patrolling all over the city.
Lots and lots of tourists there, doing their selfies until and I swear, the police come to pick the up from standing in the middle of the busy lanes. And yes, it is all done while trying to reach the fifteen minutes of fame, well, at least, on social media, not-so-fastgram or something similar. What ever it is called, well, best bet is to simple ignore them and make your own way towards the archway of the ancients to admire it up close and get a doze of history of the prettiest city.
When all the wondering is finally done and even if you feel it’s all quite fun, still, thirst gets in the way and you need a good bar to low lay, before the excursions continue at the break of dusk. And tasting local wines and beers, well that is a must, at least, for some. Then take a load of at any of the plentiful places around the city, either on the streets or inside some getaway, inside a secret doorway? Well, just knock, they’ll let you in, and maybe even, make you sing, a chanson for the city in the light of the night, fun huh!?
“Take a ride on a boat, on a river, on the sea, what ever it takes, for at least a moment to flee” Gun Roswell
A boat across the moat
There it was, waiting, prepped and ready, for a ride, on the waves, or at least, on the water. It was after all, a fine day, with a sunny disposition, so why not take an excursion out there, on the wide open blue. Because there is nothing more calming and certainly more relaxing, when taking a day off from it all and letting yourself deep into the ocean fall. Letting the craft take its course, without looking back or any remorse of tasks left undone, just to have one day of fun. Even if the fun is set on stun, as the calming waves, will let you into a deep slumber, the world around fading away, and for a moment you wish this way forever to stay. Alas, it is only for a day, and that is okay, as this time apart from it all, is much better than nothing at all. And even if you wish the time to stall, returning is the proper and only call to make.
“Gimme coffee, any time, any place, and, in any kind of form, cold or warm” Gun Roswell
Frappe by the poolside
The warm summers day from a memory past, as I was sitting by the pool sipping something cool, laced with sugar and coffee in the warm winds haze, without a care of the future, only whether to dive in the turquoise waters or sweat for a moment longer, sipping on my drink, so much taller than the smaller cup I had at breakfast. But I digress, too little coffee I guess. The warm days of a holiday in the sun and then some shade, sipping from the tallest of glass, each and everyday, at least, a few. The sustenance which keeps one going and going and going, yeah, you guessed it, coffee, no matter what form, cool and calming (hardly!), hot and strong, so much so, that the spoon inside melted, and yes, all of these fine ways, can be done by the poolside, or by the table or even on the run, maybe driving too. But I would not suggest it, as best bet, is to never do anything while driving except keep your eyes on the road.
“Soft and sleepy kitty, just like the song says“ Gun Roswell
Sleepy kitty 1
The afternoon nap was upon, even if only half a day was gone. The soft kitty had tried to stay strong, alas the lure of the nap remained on, so the only option was simply to go along and take deserved nap in a short notice at that. This was the matter of fact.
Finding a good and warm spot was of the essence, and then curling up in a comfortable stance before falling into a light slumber, snoring like a god of thunder, leaving those around wonder, how easy it seemed for some to simply fall asleep, and into it so deep.
So, snoring away, the afternoon did not stay, and soon the evening was upon. Yes it really had been that long as the kitty found out, when finally stepping out, from the cozy comfortable place, it had fit oh so many hours in laid. Looking around there was nothing unusual to be found, still it was once again time for the inspection rounds, to see what there was to be found.
But all was fine in the house as no one had dared to disturb the kitty, not even the mouse. All of the knowing well, this was the normal rather than yell. The kitty napping hours on end was the way it’s time was spent. And then it was usually time for a snack, which in the house was never a lack of. And so, once again the soft kitty was rewarded and was never ever scolded.
“The ice formed on the windows, creating pretty artwork for a fleeting moment“ Gun Roswell
Ice art painted smart
For a fleeting moment in time Mother Nature has been kind. Painting pictures on our walls and windows, cryptic images maybe with hidden messages. Decipher them if you can, but just as a reminder to you, don’t take too long to do so, as in a blink of an eye, they will be gone.And a missed opportunity is left for you to pine for until dawn. Or at least until the weather gods decide, they will give you a second chance, but that too, will not long last.
But, worry not, you still have one shot, to preserve the beauty fading and for the future audiences it saving. Snapping a photographic memory is the way, that this gorgeous display, will be admired for times to come and not just for some whom were lucky enough to catch this presentation firsthand and live. It might be a still life representation of the same, but hey, it’s better than nothing and that in itself is really something. And nature is never wrong about these things, even if there are plenty more to see out there in the wild and sometimes close by.
“Nothing more pretty in the late evening sky, as nature painting it red, then adding a pretty sunset, with a whole big sigh, but still, causing a smile“ Gun Roswell
Red as in a gorgeous sunset
The sky once again painted, in the colour of burning red. The flavours of the colour, easily leaving behind some nice smelling odours, hints of them wafting about long after, it had been the time say goodnight, going to bed, sleeping tight and dreaming, of the next sunset without a bet, would be there, in the stratosphere.
But, it is not just the red of the overall scene, which makes it all worth seeing. It is the epitome of all things beautiful, totally memorable and the one thing, anyone could look forward to at the end of a very long day. A sunset most magnificent, a heavens sent, quite literally, never to be missed.
“Spring time, or any time basically, Paris is the place to be“ Gun Roswell
On the streets of Paris
It may still be early in the year, even if someone might think that the spring is finally in the air. But the snow on the ground, says otherwise, still, thinking of the one great place in my mind, makes me smile and the idea of warm weather and multiple colours filling the parks. Yes indeed, this is how it all starts, a walk down the good old memory lane, something in which only several recorded images can explain.
It was already late in the evening when hitting the streets, for something specific to seek. The street lights shining our way, well, mostly kinda, as the sun was still setting, thus keeping things light through the stay. So, tonights goal, was simply to take a short stroll and get familiar with the surroundings as tomorrow would really be the start of an excursion, to see it all, to experience Paris, completely and without exclusion.
So, without further ado, ventured out the door, with the elevator hitting the main floor. Outside, the streets open wide, still very much alive, buzzing with noises from people and machines alike. And soon enough realizing the closeness of something so brilliant and up lit, it totally fit the image on the brochure. The tower most magnificent, some said it was heaven’s sent, even if they knew humans did it build for a fair no less.
Quickly crossing the busy streets as to the gorgeous view to reach and soon enough, the tall and towering sight, was erected right there in front of the very eyes. Flashing in various coloured lights, the mighty one had scored yet again another admiring audience, reveling in its ancient presence. Clicks and flashes going off as everyone was making their own record of the tall tower in awe, as this truly was a highlight for a trip way too short.
“Against all the odds, these sprouts of spring, keep popping up from the snow“ Gun Roswell
Sprouts from the snowy shadows
So, it was supposed to be already spring, and all them flowery types were supposed the summery songs to sing, as it is, that time of the year, when the freezing fear, should have been completely and totally over. Alas, the weather gods, did not agree, and so now, you see, a lot of snow and freezing below the zero types of things are still happening. What a bummer for those of us, who had awaited and expected so much, as the calendar page turned to this phase in time, slowly, but surely indicating something better was on the way than this bland snowy dismay.
But there are a few tiny sprouts out there, who are completely and utterly crappening, on what ever the deities or rather keepers of the changing climates are doing. As these small hopes of spring time, are coming out in full force from the frozen floors of nature. Popping up from all kinds of places, refusing to remain in stasis and much to all our warm weather loving types, they are slowly but surely coming alive and that is making us smile and forgetting the vile and freezing winds, which still out there are trying to encourage both us and those sprouts and that is a reason to shout out loud:
“Spring time for us all, winter soon will fall! Yippee Ki Yay or some similar fun type of a word!!!”
“It might be hard to find a snowless seat in the midst of winter, at least outside, but in summer, there are plenty of respite to be found for the weary traveller“ Gun Roswell
Summer seats in the midst of winter
An image from a few years back, landed on the top of the stack. Take in the midst of summer, where the warm summer rains still felt like bummers, but drying up quickly, never leaving the wanderer sickly. Like it would happen right now, out there in the freezing cold weather and icy snowfall, especially if you were running out there in really short shorts. So, if you venture out there in the ice cold wintry scare, remember to bundle up, real tight.
But, for today, the enjoyment of a Sunday, non too sunny day, will most definitely be, the pictures I in front of me see. Those precious memories captured in the sunny and fun filed moments, on the warm streets, of the city, which, well usually during the night time sleeps, even in summer! And with that thought, I spend my day bundled up, in my very own spot, the recliner chair, as I am definitely not going outside!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 