Sunday, will remain on my mind

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“Sunday is so much better than Monday” Gun Roswell

Why, is Sunday
Always on my mind?
When the working week starts
And Monday feelings smart
I have Sunday on my mind
If Tuesday brings some fun
Until Wednesday things get done
But enter Thursday
A total loose day
And again, I have Sunday on my mind
Finally Friday arrives
My face all in smiles
Feelings of Sunday on the arise
Quickly passes Saturday
My proverbial Caturday
One more night to sleep
In a slumber so deep
Dreaming, of Sunday
The one day
Always, on my mind
Oh universe, please be so kind
And let it always be, Sunday!

Sunday on the streets of Paris

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“A small cafe in Paris just around the corner hidden away from prying eyes“ Gun Roswell

Sunday and a cup of coffee, a perfect combination for the brief time allotted
Sneaking away, stealing time from it all just for a few precious moments
As this was supposed to be the one day, which is the day of some time off
Alas, something came up, as it usually does and the chances growing slim
But luckily there is a perfect kind of spot, hidden around the corner just off
The busy streets where the cats sleep, at least on a sunny day on Sunday
Alas not today, as everyone seems to be gone completely somewhere else
As soon as the small cafe coming to view I can see that not even a few or one
Patrons are present so I guess it is only for me myself and I so seating down
My frown turning upside down, yes it is a smile which away has been a while
But not today as now I can here alone with my thoughts for a moment stay
In this pleasurable place on this fine Sunday afternoon on a seat in a cafe

A Snowy Bench to Sit on

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“Try it, it might feel okay, not too cold nor too hot, a respite of sorts” Gun Roswell

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A Snowy Bench to Sit on

I finally found it
A bench made of metal
For me to sit
Soft as a petal
A purr-fect fit

The Archway by the Sea

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“Built to last, from the past to the future, and in the present we admire, the structure guiding us to the high seas” Gun Roswell
 
 The Archway by the Sea

A long, long time ago
A land, that had started to grow
Developing, building
Slowly growing
Into a great big giant
Of art and science
Architecture and ambience
There was peace among the inhabitants
No was nor unpleasantries
Everyone equal
But alas
There was no sequel
The forces of nature
Showed their envy and hatred
Wiping out all but one
Standing now, under the scorching sun
To remind the future generations
As nothing really
Lasts for ever
But a solitary reminder
Of days so much finer
The very archway
At the solemn sea
What is now left standing
Of the proud people so demanding
Is an archway, 
By the sea

Under the umbrella

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“Under my umbrella, there is shadow” Gun Roswell

Under the umbrella

When the sun is high
In the afternoon sky
Skin starts to burn
And then it will hurt
Make a b-line
Where you can feel fine
Under the umbrella
Also called a parasol
Away from the light
Into the shadows
Where the cool window blows
Sip on a drink
Do not anything think
Just into the moment
Let yourself sink
Life can be great
Even under 
The bright umbrella

Yellow and Orange for Seat Sunday

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“The colours simply inviting, to take a seat, even if it might be, in the middle of a busy street“ Gun Roswell

Yellow and Orange for Seat Sunday

The streets of the small city, not really something too giddy, simply a stop on a route of a larger tour, trying to pack in as much to see as possible

But, the quaint and colourful respites all around the city’s streets, might just peek, the curiosity, to either find more of them, or then, to simply take a load off, after all, the tour is rather tough

Whether you will find more of these seats, spread across the many and narrow streets, rest assured, those snaps you might just have clicked, will be the source of plenty of likes, perhaps on the internets, or simply at a long evening’s travel recap

Walk on the wild side

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“Dare to walk on the wilder side of life, near the soaring oceans, and then, diving into the deep end” Gun Roswell

Walk on the wild side

The nature dangerous and rocky, but feeling rather cocky, at least for the very moment as the slippery slope down the rickety pier, could easily end up in plenty of tears, but soldiering on, as the goal, is to take on an adventure, though minor in nature, still a big one for this weary soul, the idea totally bold, to take a dip, into the salty slick, the blues of the water’s end beckoning, or then, simply because it is there, to plunge in and splash around for a moment, before finding a away back on solid ground.

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!

Seat by the Seashore

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“In a window seat on a plane to nowhere” Gun Roswell

Seat by the Seashore

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The sun’s shadows of tall
Cast on to the stone wall
Enjoying a moment of silence
In an instant quite timeless
Loosing all defiance
On this frozen
Snow covered bench

Take a seat in the snow if you dare

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“The snow is everywhere! It keeps on coming down, and fills the ground and everything else, is lost inside of the white fluffiness“ Gun Roswell

Take a seat in the snow if you dare

The beachside stroll, not so easy, during the winter time, no matter if the sun is shining, because the snow, has taken over the world!

So, for those, daring to venture to the outside, even the seaside, none too open nor wide, during this seasonal time, the benches beckoning to take a load off after a long walk.

But, what will said traveller there find, if nothing but endless piles… yes you guessed it, snow!

Still, either take seat if you dare or then, find a friendly person with a shovel, remove the snow, and voila! A more comfy seat is revealed from the beneath.

Sitting in the sun, even in minus degrees, can be fun!