A beach view hidden 

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“Peekaboo, I see a sea view, from my hideout at the beach, perfection at reach” Gun Roswell 

A beach view hidden 

The most perfect place on the face of the earth was the only one searched for so long and hard, as the seeker smart relentlessly kept on going even of for a long time there was nothing worth showing. Until finally, one day, almost by accident stumbling upon the most magnificent display. That of a hidden beach, so totally secret and absolutely neat, the searcher most certain nothing in front of them visible now, could ever that defeat. 

Carefully approaching the scene, as if in fear it would soon disappear. But that fear was unwarranted as the vision in front soon turned out to be even more than something used to spark ones imagination. Closing in on the long sought treasure both of the mind and heart, knowing the seeker needed to act smart. As disturbing the perfection and alerting others to this secret attraction was not intended and so, moving forward with caution was the only option.

Reaching the final barrier, and peeking behind the trees hiding the view for anyone to see. A moment spent in simply admiration and awe, still not sure what they saw, was real. But then courage kicking in and the final steps were taken. Landing on the untouched and sacred beach, was the end of the seekers trip and now settling there for a moment, enjoy the silence of the waves, then to a memory it all to save, before going back from once they came, life never going to be the same after having experienced, perfection.

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

Yellow Sunrise

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“The sun is rising, again! Surprise! It does that every morning, even if it’s not always visible! Besides, the sun is just there, it’s the Earth that rotates! Duh!“ Gun Roswell

Yellow Sunrise

The sun rises from the east, even if it in the wrong place from where I stand, looking more like west, but then again, what do I know, says they with a great big frown, confused as ever, but not trying to clever, well, not really. But perhaps.

But, the slight tint of yellow there, not the red or orange, but rather the original(?) colour of the sun, at least when depicted on some cartoonish display, a drawing perhaps, something done way back when, in the very childhood, when cartoons still were fun?

Well, it does not really matter, as standing here on the beach, eyes wide, or at least I try, despite the really early hour, as watching the sunrise, just keeps pulling out that smile, hiding in there somewhere for most of the year, week, day and hour, because honestly, I am pretty sour a person most of the time.

Biker and their ride

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Biker and their ride

Down the long and slippery street
The loud engine setting the beat
No time to Facebook or even tweet
Not even, for any kinds of special treats
“Got some pals to meet
Am already late because of whatever fate!
Alas, my poor soaking feet!
Oh well, what can you do
Except maybe the weather gods sue?”

The weary traveller and their coffee

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“Sometimes coffee is good… oh who am I kidding, it’s always good!” Gun Roswell

The weary traveller and their coffee

When the nigh finally falls
And bedtime the weary traveller calls…

Wait, we’re on a holiday, right?
No one sleeps on a holiday, just out of spite?
Just drinks some more of that black coffee
With a side order of a mint of or a toffee
Awake you will a long, long while remain
Even if your poor little brain
Will go a little, well cuckoo
And that is putting it nicely!
Still, enjoy the holiday while it lasts!
This could very well be your very last!

Statuesque

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“Living dolls? Perhaps a copycat off the wall?” Gun Roswell

Statuesque

Two of them there, standing very tall
The one enters, alas, oh so very small
Statues? Perhaps they are all
Of different statures, even eras? For sure!

Slow Afternoon

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“Take a load off!” Gun Roswell

Slow Afternoon

Afternoon,
Feeling lazy
Real life, all hazy
Turquoise waters
With no otters
Laying about
Poolside,
No doubt!
No hurries
No worries
Just living
For today
Wishing
I could stay
More
Than a week!

Time for Ice Coffee

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“Coffee, the only constant in the universe” Gun Roswell

Time for Ice Coffee

Coffee, with ice, and then some!
Need I say more?
Just keep beating the drum:
Coffee, coffee, coffee
What else in life do you need?
Drink coffee and you shall succeed!
Really?
Yup!

Island life

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“Sometimes, one simply needs a break from it all.” Gun Roswell

Island life

A small Island, perhaps Greece?
A small piece
Of our very own history
Beyond the centuries
The oldest of towns
Considered the jewel of the crown
Alas the soft sunny beach
At your very reach
Ixia, Kamiros or Lindos
A small drive with the bus
Everything you’ll ever need
On the small island of eternal peace

Phone Home Maybe?

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“Our daily lives are so mundane, alas what can you do? Someone perhaps sue?” Gun Roswell

Phone Home Maybe?

A dialer device
From a different era
Had to suffice
Let me tell ya
An analog connection
No visual perception
No texting
Sure no sexting
Just a calling machine
The only mean
For ancient times
But oh how time flies
Now we all have
A mobile device

Que Sera, Sera