Under the cloud skies I am sailing

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“There is no good or bad weather, when the need to set sail hits, it just is what it is, and then, you find yourself in a dingy, lulling on the waves on the surface of a body of water” Gun Roswell

Under the cloud skies I am sailing

The weather might be changing every which way, but no matter if it’s snowing, raining or even hailing, the need to go out there, to set sail, the destination never really important as is the feeling of being free, letting the winds of change take you there, as this sphere, has infinite possibilities to explore, even if it’s just hanging in a small boat, in the middle of a home lake.

The Northern Barbarian I am

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“it’s shocking to learn of one’s heritage, especially, through some tv-documentary!” Gun Roswell

The Northern Barbarian I am

So it started as a joke, that little jibe, that one poke, from some supposed expert, reading for the playback, on some documentary from the past. That one line, which totally stuck, when the Romans made their way, up North and those bastard dwellers there, dared to revoke, whatever rules or laws they might just have tried to push onto them, and then simply calling them barbarian for standing against.

And now, the history long since placed into the past where it belongs, and no matter how civilised and woke the society has become, over the millennia or more, the core of the people still remain. The tiny barbarian, once a slur by some conquerer, raising its head. Wanting to revolt against the establishments, the very law, even if there just might not be a really good cause. 

But, there is always some unruly brewing, deep inside the ranks, of a few. And if the sparkle inside is fed, and willingly out let, then a revolution will soon be at hand. The so called barbarian, taking their stance. Well, at lest in a modern way, meaning, taking their say, into the wideness of the web, hoping some similar minded person, will hear the pleads, and indeed, they did!

Long live the revolution! Long live the Northern Barbarians!

Twitter? What’s going on?

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“To tweet, to twat, to what the frack! Too many messages to send, too much time on the internets of things to spend, oh Twitter, thou art a heartless bitch!“ Gun Roswell

Twitter? What’s going on?

Hello!

Hello?

Hello!!!

Twitter world?

Is this thing on?

Can you hear me?

Is there an echo in here?


Testing, testing, testing…

I can see you…

What’s wrong?

Don’t you like me anymore?

Why are you doing this to me?

Did I do something wrong?

Oh Twitter!

I just wanted to say… hello?

So why are you avoiding me?

Sure, my last twat might have been… strong…

I may have said… some things… something wrong…

But hey! 

I wasn’t the only one!

The others did too!

Yeah, I know, I know…

Excuses.

I am  full of them.

But, please, just, pretty please?

Can we still be friends?

Because I don’t really want this to end.

We’ve been good for so long?

And I felt this, well, relationship…

Well guess I thought it was growing strong?

So, I hope you can forgive me?

*only silence in response*

Fine! Fine!

I have a confession to make!

It’s a doozy, a big one for sure to take!

…

I cannot live without you!!!!

Turquoise is the water

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“The water is positively glowing, in the bright light of the sun, the colour totally clear, with a hint of, something like, turquoise” Gun Roswell

Turquoise is the water

The surface calm, nothing moving, not even the wind, causing any kind of ripples, keeping the liquid clear, with a hint of something cool, despite the warmth of the weather, causing the air to remain perfectly still, but the one hint of colour there, shining through even though the sun’s heated rays were trying to absorb all of it away. The turquoise was there to stay.

And even if the surface was sometimes about to break, do to someone taking starting in the water to bathe, the colour really never changed, staying the same shade of clear and turquoise as always, an eternal colour chosen because… well it all looked good, against the scenery and so after so much applause, it had remained that way and most likely would forever more.

The vibrancy of the season 

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“The vibrant colours of the season have come to life just as it’s about that time, when we start turning to winter’s cover of white” Gun Roswell 

The vibrancy of the season 

The leaves are slowly turning from the lush greens to the mellow yellows, perky oranges and those on the more fiery side of red. And the intent is less to shock but rather to make all those  onlookers flock, in awe and admiration, of the pallet of nuances and differences on those various leaves, on bushes and trees, even the odd flowery stem, receiving a much more colourful hem, than existed in the summer, as Mother Nature is continuing the tie dying task of the materials all out there willingly joining in the project, as it is all part of the process in the change, from summer, to fall and to the last step of it all, the winter season when the white blanket finally covers it all. But for this moment, all of the participants will be holding the special coatings on, the multitude of colours and their accompanying odours will be the centre piece of the show in progress. The flashing lights and clicking of shutters the sounds heard all around as the audiences new found interest is no less, this autumn time out there in nature on this blue sphere.

Lunch Time!

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“The biggest thing about Sunday is, that it will always be followed by a Monday” Gun Roswell

Lunch Time!

A week full of labour
Still, bearing its fruits

Lunch in the coffee area
No time for feeling inferior

Chums and colleagues take a stance
Together we eat, be merry and laugh
Even time for a wee Monday dance

Of course,
The sweet dessert all the previous enhanced 😛

Two seats for Sunday

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“There is always a need for a seat on a sunny Sunday day” Gun Roswell

Two seats for Sunday

Seats? On a Sunday? Are those really needed? Aren’t we just supposed to be sleeping in?
It’s a day of leisure just the same, so why, oh why, is there a need to get up, and run amok? When all of us, could just try to relax and take a load off, sleep, rest, lounger, until Monday raises its ugly head?

No, because it’s sunny outside, there in the open wild, so go, get, take a walk, and when tired, simply take a load off, on a seat somewhere on the streets.

As a Sunday is no excuse to simply sleep!

Two sets of light

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“The lights are on, both on the inside and the out, was there ever any doubt?“ Gun Roswell 

Two sets of light

The sun shine so bright, bringing in all that light, even to the darkest of corners of the dwellings deep on the inside.

But even if the sun is switched on, and shining quite strong, it just might be, that you will need some extra spice, and then turning on the electrical kind.

So now, you’ll have two lights, painting your day, one from the outside in and the other, well most likely only keeping score on the inside of the room you are staying.

What matters though, is the fact that the darkness is gone and you are able to move along, the daily chores waiting to be done, until the light is gone until another dawn.

Two colours of bikes

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“So hard to choose, which ever you do, you won’t however lose!” Gun Roswell

Two colours of bikes

The blue or the red? 

What if there was some other colour instead?

Perhaps the dull grey one in the background?

But they all look all and fit and got that special it.

For hauling around groceries and other types of shit.

So, no matter which one you ultimately do pick.

They are going to be the ride of the day hit!

Enjoy the two wheeled peddling mobile!

Ride around until you too started feeling docile!

Yeah, just because it takes quite a lot of energy.

Simply to push those things up a slippery hill!

So a friendly warning to those with less of a chill (read bad shape due to no exercise):

Try not to take it too fast during round one, all you’ll become ill!

Turquoise and Blue

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“ There is blue, and then there is blue, the liquids of the pool, the ocean, all varying in their shade, and all I can do, is simply stare“ Gun Roswell

Turquoise and Blue

The pool waters beckoned for a dip into the calming waves, away from the hottest of suns, at least shining brightly for the day, much to the enjoyment of those worshippers fully on display.

The deep dive, will hopefully revive, all the heated up joints, skin and whatever the object of beaming light just might have touched, while in the hunger and greed took in too much of that which wasn’t really needed.

Then again, whom can blame, those wanting a moment in the warmth of the sun bask, as this kind of moment only a short while will last, and if the payment is some redness and a small rash, then all is well as long as moderation is something used as a guideline.

So, into the water, taking a dive, staying in the calming balm a tad longer, before finding some shade, as even if the sunny side is nice, taking in only some during each passing day is a must, despite the fact this kind of weather won’t last.