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“I will be here, just for a while, not long, as I am, simply passing by” Gun Roswell
Just, passing by
Don’t mind me! As you were!
No need to move, as it’s just me, stumbling here on my own two feet, trying to sort it all out, so, hey, giving here a shout, of hello and well, guess goodbye too, as I can only stay for a few, the moments ticking by, and then it will be time for me to fly, leave, as in go away, why?
Well, I was only here for the while, you know, ‘cause I was just, passing by!
“The food while somewhere travelling, can be a highlight of the trip, at least, when it’s fresh and nicely displayed” Gun Roswell
From salad to strawberries
The smells, sounds and sights of the various foods sizzling ever so bright, hoping the tastes will become equal to such, as feeling peckish and wanting to have some, because this was part of the plan of the trip to a foreign land, to sample the cuisine, the excellent dishes, because I suspect there are no real misses, as to the palette so extreme, that most will be delicious, especially those made out of fresh produce.
From salad, the appetiser of the actual dish, as some think, while others simply enjoy their large portion of a plate, with all kinds of funky things added, some just for display, but trying all of it just the same, gobbling it all up, before the desert will arrive, from the plentiful bounty, and as it all looked too fine, it was so hard to chose, from the selection of divine, but, as soon as it was brought to table, those red juicy berries, could not wait to sample one, two, and more, yes, indeed, I had scored!
“The mountains are hard to conquer, at least from the point of few of a small bipedal being such as myself” Gun Roswell
Mountainside
The mountain too tall to climb alone, but I will try nevertheless, without too much in gear as I must confess, I have something to prove for myself.
Bare hands clutching to whatever there is to take a hold off, hauling up the rest of the body, at least until I can get a foothold of something solid.
So, keeping on the upward climb, only waiting for whatever there is up there I can find, as it is hopefully so much better than that of the below, getting high up, is the best right?
At least, that is what I am hoping, while getting ever more higher off the ground, as the rumours spoken down below, of something blissful and better, and so, here I go, looking for that treasure, even if it simply is to find, some peace of mind.
“The blue on white, is like a flag of pride, whether the country home or foreign, the is nothing boring about the blues” Gun Roswell
Blue Shutters
The cool blue shutters, staving off the burning midday sunny rays, after all, even the walls are pained, only in whites to keep away, the scorching warmth of the ever present sunshine, even if most of us feel it is fine, as a few rays never harmed anyone, but the constant bombardment of them, could easily be causing some heart palpation, to those dwellers whom live behind the cooling blue painted shutters on top of the windows small of their home, standing in direct sunlight, all year long.
“The midday sun is once again, making is play around, casting curious figures in all the shadows across each and every surface” Gun Roswell
Shadows of light
The multitude of sun light, casting so many shadows again, in the warmth of the midday plight, painting tall shadows to each and every surface there is to find, tell tale signs of a surprise, left behind, those curious figures for the mere mortals to admire and to figure out the purpose, if any, what was left behind.
“The many arches on the way, gently swaying in the mid day sun, during the walk to the very end” Gun Roswell
Arch all the way to the end
The long hallways, the ceiling arched, kind of smart if you think about it, the builders making it all so interesting, as those bricks laid long time ago, still remain in pristine and exact conditions as then, as in the before.
Taking a long stroll, walking slowly, without any kind of hurry, admiring the craftsmanship of it all, the very tall, pillars still standing there, absolutely bold, against time and us, small fleshy beings seeking for shelter, under the roof arching.
“Being by the side of water, any body of water, makes the ol’ sailor inside of this body all nostalgic and all” Gun Roswell
Along the long pier
Take a long walk, a run, or simply just hang around, the pier so long, it takes a moment more, to reach from the beginning to the end and then back again, but it does not matter as all around, there is water, boats and even some scenery, and that is all that is needed, for a stroll along the very long pier, perhaps if daring, even a dive to the inviting blues, as nobody will judge anyone wanting to take some time, under the warming sun, surrounded by the ocean making life so much more fun.
“Whether leaning against it, wailing for sorrow or perhaps just painting it in various colours, the wall made of bricks is still standing tall“ Gun Roswell
Against the Wall
Lean against it, you won’t fall, because this sturdy made wall of a thing, won’t let it happen, made long ago, built to last, those people from the past, knew you would need it, for the shelter, a cover from the harsh winds, or just a shade from the bright sun, or perhaps to a hideout, from whomever was on the look out, for the one who did not want to be found, standing their ground in the shadow of the tall wall, never to fall.
“Seat in the side of the street, sitting totally sideways just to rest my tired feet, well it’s Sunday after all, so no fuss but to let the time stall” Gun Roswell
Seat sideways Sunday
The day long and sunny, some would say Sunday funny, but the warm weather so soon after a long while of cold and damp and grey, well, it got the better of this weary walker, on a simple Sunday stroll, taken just because, the weather was so nice and beckoning, thinking to be bold and so finally outside venturing, after all, these days, in the times of change, it was still a choice hard to be made, but not on this fined day, of a sunny and warm Sunday, but for a while, after taking the long tour instead and in a while, having a respite along side, was something totally needed and never mind, the passersby, looking at what the lazy one was doing, but not caring a single bit as there was no hurry to do more than just be and enjoy, the day of free, on this quiet and long day, and so, in place for a moment longer staying, before pushing on, showing everyone, this one was still strong after all.
“Take a ride, not on the merry-go-round, but rather on a tram, which can, go around the tracks just the same“ Gun Roswell
Green Tram Ride
Take a long, long ride, in somewhat of a merry-go-round, the best there can be found, only this time around, there are no small horses to ride, as this one, is a fun filled easy peasy green tram ride, taking the rider to all the places with a stride, as this ride will go right through the town.
The old school electrical cart, which well, in most greatly stocked cities can be found, rolling there on their tracks close to the ground, and that is the safest way to ride, with kind of a pride, on this green and funky and multi-wheeled car of a thing, a tram to as they call it here, up north.
And so, get a ticket for a small fee, and then you too can ride the whole day, “for free” never mind the time, and if you miss some things, while looking around, whatever there can be found, simply make another round, and see the city through the eyes or rather windows while riding the green coloured tram.
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