Winter sunrise in Suburbia without hurry

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“January, what a cold hearted month thou art!” Gun Roswell

Winter sunrise in Suburbia without hurry

Peekaboo, through, the slight opened shutters, in the early morning hours, finding a nice surprise, in a form, of a pretty sunrise. The light alone blinding, yet somehow reminding, of a start of a new day. As the rays of light, dance on top the now snow covered grounds, which only a few days before, were dulled down with murky waters and total darkness, but, are now reflecting those earliest of rays, off of each and every surface, making a dance of it, with some splits.

With my steaming hot coffee mug beside me, I am admiring the view from the cozy inside, as the temperatures, despite, the sunny disposition in the skies, are still way below freezing your still sleepy derriere off, should you dare to venture to the quite inviting looking outside. But for now, there is no need, as the slow speed, of the winter months, has arrived with a loud thump, and sitting around without any kind of hurry, is a luxury, reserved only, for this special time of January.

Going Fishing Today

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“Fishing? Is that some kind of a new trend? Well, I’m in!“ Gun Roswell

Going Fishing Today

Got my poles, got my lures, got my ensemble of clothing for the chore, and the best part, got my fishing hat. After all, that, is the most important part of the whole plan. Right? Well, it’s not really the catch that counts, rather the time spent, even if it might be borrowed as a well meant break, for what the sake, of just getting out there, in nature by the seashore, because that is never, ever a bore, not for me, for you see, I doo love, the sea.

And after all, the fishies won’t get fooled, by that silly outfit, because they can easily resist, those earth worms squirming at the end of the hook, just one look, and they could comment; “Bargain basement lures, hey, we are not fooled down in this extra large pool, so go and get your feast, somewhere else, please, we will swim along now, so don’t have a cow, literally!”.

Well, maybe not in quite those words, but hey, the message was heard, loud and clear, and for me, personally, I don’t care, as I love sitting in the sun, sipping of my cup, eating my sandwiches in peace and quiet for once and that, is the real lure, pun intended, of this outing, at the seashore, by the end of the pier, where I am enjoying my day off, even if I don’t much score, fish wise. But hey, I have a big smile on my otherwise sour face, thanks to this great place!

Rulers of the galaxy

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“Cats truly are the rulers of the world, well, no, the galaxy” Gun Roswell

Rulers of the galaxy

On guard, it’s their door
The doorway to the world
The world these furry creatures rule
Rule like there is no tomorrow
Tomorrow, which is their future
Future for those furry felines
Felines who will take over
Over the world, the galaxy
The galaxy run my cats?
Cats, yes we consider them pets
Pets to cuddle, to play, to feed
Feed their hunger for world domination
Domination going beyond the world
World now, the galaxy next
Next could be even more than we expect
Expect the universe soon to be run
Run by these creatures we call fun
Fun, but then soon enough we are
Are the slaves for these furry felines
Felines?
Aren’t we that already?

Blue on white, before the night

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“All is still, in the forest, before the fall of the night, at least, on the surface, it seems to be so“
Gun Roswell

Blue on white, before the night

Crispy and crunchy, the frozen flakes on the cold ground sounded, under the small steps
On the path of the searchers, which deep into the snowy white forest before night fall led
It was that time of the eve, where the silence too fell, just a little before the sun would leave
Making way for the moon to rise in the skies, but before that, a stand still on the low and high
A moment of true blue colours surrounding all those, who dared to follow the calls of the wild
Perfectly still, nature turning from white to the coolest of hues, from light blues to darkening night
Staying there until the moment had passed, only then venturing back home in the pale moon light

Ancient mansions

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“They are made of stone, to withstand the testament of time, just wish my house was that fine!” Gun Roswell

Ancient mansions

The ancient builders, hauled around the heavy boulders, just to erect monuments, which would easily surpass the tearing forces of time. Those buildings are still around and standing, some of them just fine while others, might be reduced to piles. But, what ever they were doing, must have been quite right, as still after al the years gone by, with wars and other destruction happening each and every while. We can still see them, all over the world, some of them protected for the herds. But most of all, they are there for us new folk as both a reminder of what humans can accomplish but also, the beautifully detailed architecture to admire.

Wooden frames, never the same

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“Old discarded buildings made out of wood, gently merging to the landscape, back to the earth from wheres they came, as they should, not too lame, huh?” Gun Roswell

Wooden frames, never the same

The island barren with only a few standing trees, but the houses they were building, out of wood you see, as the idea was to never make them be forever there, but only for the while as the dwellers stayed and lived their lives, in small hives. And now into rest they may finally lay, in the long and lingering process of decay. But do not feel sad or even sorry or for nature worry. As all that which was built from the land, by the land and with a lending human hand, will once again merge with the earth, as per rust to dust, or what ever the old saying. It is just a matter of time before they are all laid in, and one, with the ground. Then, in no time, soon to sprout, new trees, will be standing there instead, oh so proud.

Moments that I wish to freeze

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“There are those few times, I wish I could freeze, and permanently in a safety box keep“
Gun Roswell

Moments that I wish to freeze

There are those times, that I wish to totally forget, to erase completely, never up to let them surface again from the depths of my mind. Even if the tape of my life, sometimes, wants back to the beginning rewind.

But then, a few special moments containing small gems, appear, without any warning, fracturing the tough veneer, but without scaring the tough exterior of a shield. Only leaving fluff and fondness in its wake, simply for the sake, of spreading good feelings and memories, frozen in space and time, for me to find, when the world around, gets too unkind.

Monday’s with(out) Coffee?

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“No, this cannot be happening! We, are out of, coffee!!! Gun Roswell

Monday’s with(out) Coffee?

What is a Monday
But a slow day of Sunday
Without coffee
It’s just a faded copy

It’s just what you seek
So, don’t hesitate
Go ahead, start the week
With a fresh, clean slate

Make your way
To the coffee maker
For a while stay
After all,
You deserved a break

It’s just Monday after all

The seat and the snow

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“Take a seat, in the middle of the snowy scenery” Gun Roswell

The seat and the snow

The white and crispy clean snow, beckoned to venture outside, to the seashore, even with the hard wind blowing. But the sun was shining so brightly and the glittering slopes, or rather huge piles of the same stuff, were perfect for any kind of wintry activities. So, picking up a pair of old school skis and a kind of a rusted and somewhat busted sleigh, and then, out the door was this eager snow loving persons way, and in the open wide wild nature to stay, as this was a perfect of days for such fun activities.

Then after so many hours, which in all honesty were just like thirty minutes or so, the sings of exhaustion started pulling towards some kind of respite for a moment to stay. As the overall physical condition were not really equipped for such a sudden outburst, where sweat and pumping heart was part of the equation. Spotting the best place in the park, and like an x marked red bench, was waiting for this tired old ass, to take a load off. And the scenery, wasn’t too bad either, as it was the best spot to spy on all the others, having their wintery fun too, on this Sunday, somewhat overdue.

Cats in a row, taking it slow

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“The cats know how to take thins slow, taking their time and enjoying, life” Gun Roswell

Cats in a row, taking it slow

Wherever in the world you go, there is one thing in common to show, and that is, that all the cats, either seated in a row, or not, they all are really taking things slow. And, it is almost like if they would know, the secret to life, as they sit there, all quiet, without worries, cares or other types, and they simply, enjoy, life.

So, why can’t we follow their lead and just go out there, maybe on the pier. Sit in neat rows, watching the boats, and not have a worry in life? This could be so totally fine, right?