Cloudy with a chance of rain

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“There are usually clouds in the skies, at least if you venture high enough, whether they are bringing in storms of not, remains to be seen” Gun Roswell

Cloudy with a chance of rain

The cloudy skies, are not always indicators of bad or sad weather or otherwise, rather sometimes, a respite from the overwhelming warmth of it all, bringing in the cool and calming winds without the dampness of fall.

But even with a trickle of rain in the mix, should bring in some freshness, to the stuffy and stale air of the hottest of summer, and only after the rain, can you enjoy the sun’s shine without it being such a total bummer.

Smart Sailing

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“The time for sailing is now, over the grey waters before the storm hits” Gun Roswell

Smart Sailing

Just before the storm hits, the itch gets, to go sailing and embrace the dark waters and skies, it’s after all the place where danger lies, daring the elements, even life itself, but still, if you are smart enough, avoiding the most rough stages of the storm, hitting them waves, making them slaves to the sails, and gliding along the surface of the lakeside open wide, as you are alone there, all others gone in fear, but never mind, that rush, you will soon enough find, going fast, and hey, try to avoid into anything hard blast!

Sun Hats

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“Wearing these sun blockers during summer, can be a bummer, but then again, too much sun? Never fun!” Gun Roswell

Sun Hats

Wear it, share it, sit under it.

A sunny hat for the warm climate.

Colourful and never dull at best.

Just use it, like the rest.

On the beach, you might seek, a parasol like feat.

Something to protect you against the wind and the sun.

The rays burning surely, around noon, never fun.

So, go get, and sit, under the sol blocker instead.

You will still get some kind of a tan, if you are a fan.

Red, white, flowers or weeds, doesn’t really matter

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“The weeds are in bloom now and they are quite pretty too!” Gun Roswell

Red, white, flowers or weeds, doesn’t really matter

They turned red, from the beige they were before, looking kind of bored, but now, the flaming colour, goes together well, with the setting sun of tomorrow, and no one would be the wiser, thinking they were simply weeds, discarded by most, just because, they were not the pretty flowery types right from the start. But now, they are reborn, having turned, into something totally great looking, delicate and fine, so, never judge, only wait until the end, and see, what turns up!

Red tram ride

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“Ride on the old tram, painted in the colour of red, just because it looks so cool” Gun Roswell

Red tram ride

The old school car of a tram painted in the brightest colour of red, the seats none too many left as everyone and their pet, wanted to take a ride, on the tram car painted so bright.

Hopping in from the stop, and onto the seat plopped, the vehicle slowly but surely starting to move, along the tracks with a potent kind of a groove.

And once on the move, there was no stopping the forward momentum, and so, the rest of the day spent in full admiration, of the nostalgic ride, passing the vistas of the countryside.

Narrow escape

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“There is nothing to it. Simply squeeze yourself into the pit, and there, is your escape!“ Gun  Roswell

Narrow escape

The tunnel quite dark, but it was totally smart, using this very path, as in the day light, nothing was possible, certainly, not running away, simply the very thought implausible.

But the night time was upon, and finding the perfect hole, to dig through, even if it would be a narrow escape, by all accounts, the fit just about perfect, at least I think it is.

Crawling inside, there is really nothing to smile about, only holding my breath, while pushing through, the seemingly ending corridor, but at the end the door, is waiting, because today, I am finally escaping!

Poolside, so divine

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“Digging up some of the old stuff, mainly pictures from the travels past, as you all now know, that all, is kinda in the past, the travelling part that is, because of, well you know… but one can dream, right?“ Gun Roswell

Poolside, so divine

The cool and blue, and that is the truth as the sun is scorching, so the best place for loitering, really is, inside the cool waters. Digging in there, never coming up, except for a huff and puff, and right back in, diving. Pretending to swim, but really, what I am doing, is letting my old tired body, sink into the balm of that which is, the calming blue water.

Fiery, but oh so good

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“They might taste good and you know they should, but after even a small bite, you can easily light up a great big bon fire!” Gun Roswell

Fiery, but oh so good

The multicoloured itty bitty, small and shiny things

Those oh so juicy and totally delicious bling-blings

But rather the ones consumable and edible kinds

Which in the store’s produce section you’ll easily find

Those many a colours and shapes will make you smile

But be ware, as their lure is rater good

Still caution use, while even a small bite consumed

As they are fiery little things, which rather than making you sing

Fire breathing you will yourself soon enough find

Like a dragon from an old fairy tale or similar sort of a kind

Will you then utterly and totally become!

Crisscross across the lake, because it’s late

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”The sun is setting, because the moon is finally letting, exhausted from all that shining and so, without too much whining, going to sleep, for the night” Gun Roswell 

Crisscross across the lake, because it’s late

The small lakeside, getting much more darker each passing moment, being almost like torment, for those wanting nothing more than all that  light of the day, there for all of the night to stay.

But, it was hardly possible, to sustain all that light, especially during the ever darkening night, and so, another kind of workaround was devised, that of artificial light, with an on and off switch, on its very side.

And so, even if most of them did adore and worship the sun and it’s bright light, they had come to terms with the fact, that the dark night, would be their continued plight, it was still all fine, as now, they could simply switch on, a brand new light, not as bright, but still totally fine.

Ships Ahoy!!!

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“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell

Ships Ahoy!!!

The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.

As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.