“Ah, the setting sun, what fun! The most cliched happening of them all, mostly photographed, admired and no wonder, as it is simply gorge!” Gun Roswell
Sunset most red
The sun is setting, against the ocean it is letting, itself fall into deep, deep slumber, dreaming of wonders, as it lies in the great yonder, dreaming of stars and the moon, before it is time for another round, the sun to rise again, to shine beyond them all, brightly in the early morning hours, just after the rain showers of the darkened night, and then only can it shine, like nobody would mind at all.
“Ride, ride, ride a kick scooter to the end of a long, long street” Gun Roswell
Take a ride, on a kickable, motorised scooter
Manual labour?
No thanks!
Simply put a coin in the slot, right there on the dot, just there, and voilà!
You are equipped with the most perfect transport for a few hours to circle around in the city just like, well royalty, maybe not, but at least close to it, without any kind of stint of the manual and exhausting one.
And if you really want to, have some exercise, just to feel more nice, rather than the lazy ass riding on the scooter with both feet on it, then scoot, scoot, scoot your way with the other leg.
And for the sake of it, try to change footing every now and again, as too much time spent on just the one appendix, might just cause cramps or thicker muscles on it.
So, whatever you choose, you won’t lose, as this is the best choice to travel in a small city.
“The seats are painted in the same hue as the sky and the ocean, the colour of a deep blue“ Gun Roswell
Seated in a blue restaurant
The seaside beckoned, as the weary traveller reckoned, it was time for a break from the daily grind and so, to find a good place for a day or two to hide, was now on the agenda of things to do, and this time there was no time to lose, getting there a must, to shed the daily dust.
So, after some thinking, the perfect place was sinking in, as the pictures of a cool and calm blue place, where harmony permanently stays, came into view and then there really as nothing more of the very facts to chew, expect to pic and choose, for the time to embark.
After a few moments spent on the trails, the place, exactly the same as the picture did indicate, was in view, nothing amiss, the calming waves, the fluffy clouds against the blue skies, the warming sun in the face, definitely, this was the place.
And then to admire it all, on this sunny day filled with warmth, what better place to be at, enjoying all the vistas, than a restaurant, right by the pier, falling no fear, only to choose the perfect spot, midst the dark blue chairs on the dot, and taking the time, now off the clock.
Living by a body of water, certainly is on the bucket list of plenty of dwellers, but yeah, it would be totally great live there“ Gun Roswell
House by the lake
A house, built on top of the rocky hill, gives the onlooker chills, as it’s just by a cool looking lake, and that kind of a place, is just the best, at least during the seasons where the temperatures are warm and totally nice, the weather somewhat mild, and chilling down by the calming lake, well, there really is no better place, for spring or summer.
But, when the damp and cold October winds start, the house by the lake is starting to feel less of a place nice, with the howling winds and pouring rain, leaving a bunch of stains all over, the cold seething into the old bones… but the warming fires inside and out, keep them warm way into the darkest of nights, making the feel and looks all cozy without a fright.
And then soon enough, it is winter time, the freezing ice covering the lake, and then things don’t look as loaded with strife, as the old skates come off the hook, taking it out there on the lake, swirling around on the icy cover on a sunny but cold day, and hey, all bundled up and prepared, the house by the lake is simply great, no matter the season, so yeah, no complaints!
“The night time is captivating, both in colour and light, all of them bright in the darkness, much more interesting too” Gun Roswell
Night Time Horizon
The city lights, shining ever so bright, reflected on the waters surface, but no purchase for them to be found, as rippling and swaying, slowly and surely disappearing, into the depths of the darkness, the liquid them consuming, blending into the murky waters, never to be seen again, until the time, when new lights beam upon the shores, as the city skyline will come to life, somewhere there in the far away horizon, long after the sun has been arising, and set for the durance of the dimming night.
“Something about being on the top, simply makes one feel so, well, superior? At least for a moment there, before the elevator takes you way back down, to the ground level, where you belong“ Gun Roswell
Looking down
The views always spectacular, when high up, close to the very skies
That is unless you just might suffer, from vertigo, or some kind of go, wanting to fly, way back down, so better stay away, even if it causes a frown
But if you are simply there for the views, you won’t be disappointed
As long as you follow the rules and stay behind the supportive railing
If there is any there of course, usually though, there is something supportive there
As this is not some space opera where those railings always disappear
Snapping them pix just to prove, you were actually invited there
Up into the very special stratosphere, well at least, the twentieth floor
Of a tall building with many a restaurants and so so many stores
And having been there, even for a moment, the truth is, it was nothing reminiscent of a bore
But back down, all of us visitors must go, at least I have the lovely picture on my phone!
“The setting sun, is engulfing the sky, painting it red, on the fly, not even trying to hide, blinding those who dare to pry“ Gun Roswell
Hiding behind the setting sun
The red colour the first clue, that of the sun setting for sure
There was no place to hide, from the sun’s light, not even at this stage of its existence before the day’s resistance became too much and as such, the sun needed to go, at least, for the night
There was really no fight, apart from the one final display of power
The skies glowing bright red instead, no hiding from any of it
And then, after the scene, the display most powerful, the sun was gone in an instance
Leaving those small creatures, trying to hide from the show, but only to be able to bow
In front of the magnificence of the celestial body in awe
And soon after night fell, the hiding places plentiful
Need for sure as without light, shining the land brightly
There was no security, for the critters small until dawn
Disappearing one and all, into their lairs familiar
Making sure never to question or doubt, the mighty sun and its dome
The eternal giver of light, warmth, security and in the end the daily show
“Two towers still standing tall, built in ancient times, but look at them, they are simply fine” Gun Roswell
Two Towers
Brick, by brick, they were laid, by those whom came before us, releasing their visions, of a strong and memorable construct, for the ages to last, no matter what nature and time would throw at the two, they would survive and they should, lasting up and til these days, because the secrets the walls of these two tall towers are able to tell, well, you only need to stay close enough to touch and so much, will be shared.
“Waving their sings of victory, the war, the wars, finally over, the time for celebration never boring, as heard from the crowds of roaring“ Gun Roswell
Under ‘The Arch of Victory’
A monument stands tall, in the middle of it all, the streets leading ever and outward, every which way imaginable, and tracing their way back to this place, the arch of victory, as built forever and a day to last.
It was some time ago, in the past, when the dwellers of this magnificent city, decided to resurrect, this statue of sorts, of liberty, perhaps not a fact, but celebration of sorts anyway, and now, as it is here to stay, people of all walks of life gathering to admire, the colossal giant with a hurray!
Be one of them, join in the loud celebration, take a pose in front of it if you must, just, remember what it was really made for all those many a years ago.