Up, up the very stairs we go

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“Climb the stairs ever upward, who knows what you will find up there!” Gun Roswell

Up, up the very stairs we go

There is always something better, up there, at the top of the stairs.

At least, that is what we all like to think, that somehow, higher is better, that something good is waiting for us on the higher levels, like a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, similarly something good will be there if we only dare to, climb ever higher?

An illusion perhaps, a fantasy no less?

Who carers, because I have already started my ascend and I am half way there! Raise you the rest of them way!

Up the stony hill we go

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“The stones might be many and quite slippery, but we’ll make it as long as we keep on moving, up the damned hill“ Gun Roswell

Up the stony hill we go

Step by step, breath by breath, moving along

Ever upwards the slippery hill, against the chill, moving along

The prospect of injury, in the air heavily lingering, still, moving along

The need to get to the very end, never mind the time spend, just moving along

The question lingering in the air for a moment: why all this torment?

The answer not so simple, perhaps too complicated to unravel, so, moving along

The many thoughts of giving up growing ever so stronger, as the longer, moving along

But then reminded of the reward, finally getting the big score, continuing moving along

And so, pushing aside all them troubling thoughts, even if against fought, and keeping on moving along

Then, something strikes across the open air, the foul stench of utter despair?

Halting, reconsidering, fighting back perhaps, eyes searching for something, a reason perhaps, for moving along

A moment passes, then another, and a third, internal struggle, pushing back and moving along

There is always something, an excuse or other, but, winning the internal struggle and moving along

A few pebbles more and the top shining, ever so brightly, the last steps lightly, moving along

Reaching the spot, right there on the top, at the end of the slippery slope, but finally able to breathe, as this was where the designed path wanted to lead

Up the escalator, down the stairs

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“Take a ride on the rolling stairs, you just have to hang on and laze!” Gun Roswell

Up the escalator, down the stairs

Rolling along, up and up and up, until the stairs are gone and I am where I wanted to go, even if it seemed a tad too slow, but faster than dragging a keister up along the stairs, still slower than jumping and bopping my way to the music downward.

But whichever way I look, I am impressed by the looks of them, all shiny and metal, and the humming noises like a rhythmic beat, all the way up and wasn’t that just fun! No need to run today, so escalator was the way to go, even if it was quite slow.

Up on the wall

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“Sometimes up the wall is the best bet to go.” Gun Roswell 

Up on the wall

Up, up and away, up the tallest wall to be climbing, perhaps even with a bicycle to be riding, when that, maddening feeling hits and all the way up to the ceiling I wanna go.

It might sound dumb and crazy and certainly not safe, but this would hardly be the worst attempt of anything I’ve done so far, and far might not be the road, as up the wall and into the ceiling I will go.

But, when finally reaching that goal, and hanging there up on the pole, I can retort,

I’ve made it to the top!

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.

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.

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. 

Trash Haul

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“Someone’s trash is someone else’s gold or at least a heap of rusted metal dumped on the yard“ Gun Roswell

Trash Haul

The trash having long been stashed in the cupboards, the closets and the old garage

All of them boxes filled with supposed glittering gold, some day to the highest bidder to be sold

And what now?

Well, guess it has becomes simple the trash of old and on its way to be hauled

To the dumpsite, the recycling centre where all these things eventually belong

Luckily though

They can all be reused, recycled, used for another purpose than the old

And isn’t that just great, having a new use, a brand new fate?

Towers, Clouds, tall and reflected

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“Some kind of a tower, of power, and some clouds, with the nature’s own thunderous force reflected, to the surface of the waters“ Gun Roswell

Towers, Clouds, tall and reflected

The colours might vary, from coolest of blues to the green scale of the spectrum, but it is all okay as they are inside the pallet of that which is blue, so do not me sue, when you see the two pictures with the similar but different hues. 

It just might be real life, memorex or then simply, something done with a computer installed application of the photographic kind, but whichever it is, just, don’t insist, for me to give a way the very secret!