Solarised when at the poolside

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“Mother Sol appeared while at the pool, sitting by myself, in the cloudy atmosphere, but now, I am basking in all those warm rays” Gun Roswell

Solarised when at the poolside

The day started out, quite dull and grey, and there was no indication that the clouds above blocking all the good views, would soon fade. But, feeling daring and bold, as so I am always told, making my way to the pool just outside the rented house, as the yard itself was quite the louse, alas, the pool was the place to be, at least, when wanting to be seen, by the sun itself, perhaps even getting baked in the process, to a nice crispy exterior, well, perhaps not that crispy, but you get the gist of it, letting the ol’ tired body get its air bathing in the warming sun, as the joints and whatnots really like it too, so before getting too blue, I was lying there on the sun bed, half naked, I thought about getting a proper blanket. Alas, those thoughts all soon perished, as a peek of something glamorous, poured through the thick layer of dark clouds and soon enough, those ominous things above were vanquished and the Sol, smiling at my flabbiness, let all the warmth through, and the rest of the day spent basking in the proper sun shine, just because I had dared to wait for it to arrive!

The seating with the blues

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“The weather is quite blue, the skies, the ocean all in the same hue, so why not a seat too!” Gun Roswell 

The seating with the blues

The day started under signs of calming and wonder, as the skies indicated nothing but blue hues all the way, reflecting the mood, if not so down, then at least no up or downward frowns, only thoughts of could be’s and what if’s in the mind, as good days or positive thoughts seemed to have been hard to find, at least lately, despite the calm of the surrounding blue to be found most times, as the blues was the constant for most days.

So, on this day, taking a chance, without too much of a stance, as resistance usually was on the futile end, as said, most days, behaving more like a Borg drone than anything else was the mode of operandi. Still, today it all seemed somewhat different and up beat even on many levels, because today’s promise of sunny day, under the shade and in a remote seat, in the colour of blue, was the premise made to lure out there, outside of the house.

So, headed out, without, further doubt, heading set to the destination coordinates and with that in mind, setting aside all fear, content on getting to the blue hued seating area soon enough and then enjoying the day without further though of being out there, fear gone, disappeared to the soothing, of blue.

Window view – the imaginary scenery

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“I don’t think I can ever get tired of the scenery outside my window” Gun Roswell

Window view – the imaginary scenery

The many lands, the foreign vistas, the great unknown and all the open possibilities
For the exploration, to what ever lies outside, these empty and dull suburban streets
Behind the frames of this view, ever changing, but still, mostly, the same remaining
Window with the most perfect view, at least in my mind, leaving me feeling, never, ever blue
As I sit at the sidelines, in my usual comfortable seat and think of the open wide
World, just at reach, at least, in my mind, out there, outside, I cannot help but smile
As I gently lull myself into a dream state lazy, and then travelling to all the places
Wherever my own imagination dares me to carry, smoothly, never in any kind of hurry
Having always the perfect amount of time, to explore, to see, to feel, to live in it all
Even if it is never, well really, quite real, it is still, a trip or sorts, out there
Never leaving the comfort of these walls of my sombre home, still, never really alone
Not at least, when visiting these, far away lands in my mind, for the perfect scenery to find

Throw some shade this way!

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“The shade of it all, no matter where you stroll, there is always someone throwing it upon, some of us anyway, giving it freely away, just for the heck of it, even if you did not ask for it” Gun Roswell

Throw some shade this way!

The ever constant thing, even under the scorching sun is this; there will always be a place to find, where throwing some shade will be fine, and that is not just the simple and comforting cover from the burning rays of the daylight we all so like to embrace, not the safety under the parasol kind of a space, but rather, the those ones who will want to harm, anyone really without the charm, with words too harsh to even comprehend, the why’s behind them, unknown will remain

Under the sun, under the parasol 

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“There is just something so fun, laying, under the bright sun, but only, if I have my parasol, where I lay down without being too dull!” Gun Roswell

Under the sun, under the parasol 

The sun is shining, so brightly, against the blue of the sky
Nothing or no other experience in life, makes me really, smile
As does this meteorological phenomena do, to little ol’ moi
When I have made the trek to the beach, for the day encore en foi 
But this is not just about throwing some French around
But rather,  to enjoy a day, resting, even if lying, on the ground
A day at the beach, in theory at least, is a plan totally sound
But if the heat gets a tad too much to resist, and groaning out loud
Becomes the permanently made, teeth grinding non-vowels
Then it is that time, when the parasol comes to play
Quickly setting up the plastic colourful monstrosity to full display
Never mind the outlook, it’s fine because I myself won’t look
At the contraption, now above my very large head, slightly shook
Because, I will be happy on this one day of summer no matter what
Even with all them flies and other types, I away have to swat
This one single day I have earned with much work and sweat
So I will be damned if the heat or what ever other problem might me let
Feel less of fun, or any other type of good feeling 
As I lay here, watching the day, pass me by, leading
Towards the hopefully calm and setting sun for the evening
When I will leave this place, with a smile on my face

Until next year, when I get one day off and to the beach, once again trot
With my parasol naturally, so I can enjoy, the sun, fully!

A game of… poker???

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“When a small table, with two chairs, are positioned opposite of each other, well, guess it is a sign, to start a game, of sorts, right?“ Gun Roswell

A game of… poker???

The chairs and the table is now set up

For the time of some non-harmful bluff

The cards and chips are there, awaiting

Now, if only someone would start playing

“Any takers? Ma’am? Sir?

No?

Anyone?

Poker?  Chess? Anything else?

What’s the matter with you people, huh?

No one interested in any kind of fun?

Just going about like this is, some sad pun?

No, just ignoring me, away trying to run?”

Alas, the chairs, remain unseated

As nobody, seems to be, even remotely interested

In any kind of games or some time for fun

Just going about their day, until it’s done

Maybe next time, there will be better luck

For the game keeper, who set up the clock

The time for some leisurely fun may be completely over 

For now at least, until someone finds that four leaved clover


“Feeling lucky now?

Well, then, try at least to by a cow

Then the milk will be free

And maybe, the money spent on a game will be seen?”

A Cozy Seat for a Sunny Sunday

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“Seated in the cooling shade, on a sunny Sunday” Gun Roswell 

A Cozy Seat for a Sunny Sunday 

The times are changing, and the social distancing, is causing some hassle for those long and leisurely Sunday brunches, because taking unnecessary chances, is not in the cards on this day.

Alas, there are still some places, where the times have no effects on, those special and hidden corners of the undiscovered taverns remaining, where with care, someone might even dare, to make a reservation as there is always a room without hesitation and the continuing with a tradition as long as time itself, while having a happy reunion meal in the nook of a restaurant on this sunny Sunday afternoon in a most cozy and comfortable seat. And that is beating the odds and not admitting to defeat, no matter the times or the restricting forces out there while remaining in this retreat for a short while at least. And that in itself is just neat.

Cat with an attitude 

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“Cats with attitudes, well that certainly is special!!!” Gun Roswell (very sarcastically)

Cat with an attitude 

The cat in front of me did strut 

As if waiting for sim kind of  major debut

Staring, glaring, daring, her eyes totally flaring 

As if, she for what ever reason had completely had enough 

“Wassa matta?” 

I simply asked, not sure what this incident had now tasked 

Because I knew for certain that the fact 

Of food and water in the bowls were still intact 

But she kept on staring at me

As if hypnotising was the on remaining to be

For everything else she had already gotten 

My house, my bed, my servitude for only her spoken

“What more do you need?” 

I know I sounded desperate not smart 

The staring contest clearly lost on my part

She kept on going for a moment longer

Then, without further ado she parted, knowing well she was the stronger

And a cat with a attitude at that

A Lada Car for me?

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“What does it matter if it’s an older model, it still works does it not? “ Gun Roswell

A Lada Car for me?

When the need for any type of vessel

To transport you anywhere (well somewhere at least) across town

It does not matter whether it has the latest gadgets

Or even runs with gasoline, methane or beer (going green is always good)

But once you fall in love with a tiny blue thing (yes, thing is the best description for it)

It will certainly make your heart to sing (and make your wallet cry)

A blast from the very, very past

Some might say, and then gasp (they do that a lot don’t they)

But no matter what the others might think

Just let yourself into the comfy seat sink

Then push the petal (not entirely to the metal as it may break)

And glide down the road (or jump depending on how reliable your driving abilities are)

Now riding in a car built by an already forgotten super power

Does not make to feel like you have such great power

But this is a leisure drive after all (yeah, you really need it today)

So, just enjoy the time and make it a ball

Ride the blue painted bucked of metal to the sunset (well maybe to the beach within the hour)

And return the ride before you have to pay extra for the fun set

A funky day kind of hanging seat

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“Sunny days can be a lot of fun, if you are in that relaxed hazy kind of mood, but if not, well, then there might just be, trouble!” Gun Roswell

A funky day kind of hanging seat

The weather fine, check.
The sun was shining, check.
All the task done, check.
Car packed and ready, check.
And then it was just to punch in the heading.
Towards the sunny beach side of thing.
And I, I was so totally happy I could sing.

Riding in the car, not to slow or too fast, but wanting to get there as soon as possible was the general idea, as today, was the only day, of total leisure without even an iota of work to do in sight And this fact alone, should have brought out the wide smiles. And so they did and they were, plastered on all the members taking part in this impromptu kind of an outing. Steering to the sunny side of the beach, and the hanging kind of a seat, near the waters edge, where most of us would easily pledge, our own souls for letting us stay near the sooting waves at least for this one special day.