“To travel across the globe, which one of these modes is yours?” Gun Roswell
On the open road With a heavy load A location in mind Trying to unwind Travelling on wheels Has its appeals But getting somewhere far In only a car Can be a chore Changing the score Picking up some wings Has its wins But if you want some style And sail up the Nile A boat or a yacht Is worth getting stuck If you want to do it old style And travel with a big smile The coolest way With the hips in sway Doing some recycling Then, pedal a bicycle
“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell
As always, during the last day of the week The Sunday, the sunny day, is always reserved for the time to seek But, when the midday sun, gets way too hot You know you need to find, that one special spot Where you are able to rest for a moment Hoping it’s not going to be too much of a torment When trying to gain that much needed momentum To be able to complete, the most fun filled excursion
“There is always room for one more, on this very seat, the seat, in the total shade” Gun Roswell
The midday, right in the middle, of the month of May It might even be June or July, alas, the month is not the why But rather, the shining of the sun and the glaring of the sea And where, in the scorching heat, is safest to flee Is it diving, into the water or maybe hiding, under a tree? Or take cover in the cooling air-conditioned shop you see? But what if you need to buy something Even a the smallest thing, but forgot to bring Your purse or any kind of method of payment? Then no, you cannot enter the establishment Because the option of loitering means banishment
Then, out there, in the far corner of the eye There is something so familiar, your eyes spy The contours of some kind of a furniture No!, Could it? Is it? And right there, in the shade? No, it simply cannot be true, what I see A bench, a solemn respite, in the shadows, under a tree I run as humanly possible in this heat And as I reach it, i can clearly see it Yes, it is the one simple saviour I have search In this hour of afternoon sweat and cursed But now, I simply forget it everything else As I slump down on this heavenly seat And boy, am I beat! I think, I might get some sleep!
“There are plenty of boats out there, to take to the sea” Gun Roswell
Italy
When a nice day gets in your way, there is certainly no reason in the bed to stay, rather getting up really early, with the wormy birdy, and then head out in to the harbour and spend the day at the sea. As the clearness of the weather, without a stormy cloud in sight, just might make the perfect of days, during these last days of season, before the snowy times arrive. The boats are plenty, like heavens sent, small, large, even a barge, picking one might seem a chore, but rest assure, whichever it will be, with a small size fee, you can rent it for the day and then hit those calming waves. Rowing or sailing, all that which was ailing to old bod, will be there no more, at least, not for the duration, as this is all the life needed for at least today. All them troubles of work and other kind of life soon to fade as the fluffy clouds will shade from too much sun as this will be a day of fun, one more time, feeling almost like summer, inside the small dingy of a boat, which was borrowed form the harbour for this one special day to sail around the large watery mote.
“The light will always prevail, no matter how dark it may just seem now.” Gun Roswell
The darkness descended all over the land, the time of year, someone retorted, but there was nothing better at hand, part from some artificial lights shining the way, even if it was in the middle of the day, as this phenomena was there for a while to stay.
But, there was really nowhere to stray, the path still clear, no matter night or day, the only difference, was the total darkness, having taken a hold of the northern part of the blue globe, aptly named, as Polar Nights, there was no manner of fight, to prevent it them from happening.
Having gotten used to this, seasonal trade, as in turn been given practically nightless nights in the middle of the summer times, for several months on end, only the light would there play, but now as it as late in the year, the seasonal celebration neat, the darkness was the one true constant.
And so, moving forward, day by day, as if slaves to the rhythm, apathy and frowns, taking over the once proud and smiling dwellers, like they were inside of a spell, but knowing this was only temporary, they moved on, out of spite to last over this, prolonged night, as light, would in the end prevail.
“The beach of the last resort, now but a faded memory at this point“ Gun Roswell
A faded image of the beach, I used to visit, summers ago, when everything was a go. Hop on a train or plane or even an automobile, to get the feel, of fake freedom for a few weeks. Still, whatever the time allotted might have been, it was important to be seen, as enjoying the time off, even if it might have caused, some monetary blocks and maybe a few scoffs of where to finally go. Still, it was better than hanging around the house, that old louse, as chores from the year past had piled up, and sorting all that up was no fun at all. So, to stall, once again and completely ignore the mess left behind, taking off to new vistas out there, was only a fair reward for the work done over the months am I right? So, after all the dust had settled from the wrestles of which way the heading should be, off to the airport with a minimal baggage the whole kit and caboodle was seen to be.
The place selected finally visible through the small windows of the vessel heading towards the landing sight, but there might have been a slight plight, as the whole run way was the length of the back home street. But, luckily, the pilot did the deed great and then soon enough without much of hesitate, heading towards the final lodging, where the two weeks of fun and frolicking under the sun, had begun. Before any unpacking was done, the beach was the first on the list, naturally, as back home, we had never even heard of such a thing. Water, sand? What on earth was that? So, getting geared up, with some huff and puff, soon enough landing on the perfect spot, like so many others had done, but hey, there was plenty of room, so scoot, over there, close to the waters edge.
After some adjusting, with the pale skin and hot sun, the day was getting towards the fun and some. Each and every day, despite the lack of whole lot of other activities, except those found there on the beach, was spent with gusto as it was part of the must, after all this was the time off and nothing like this could be done back home. So, before anyone even realised, two weeks had passed and it was time to head home. Naturally, there were so many photos snapped during the stay, some of them clear throwaways, but alas, some gems remained. And those are the ones, each time during the lack of fun, here at home, are looks upon. Reminders of fond times, when we all managed to smile, at least, most of them time.
“The elements of life, well, at least part of them, mostly those used for a great summer’s break“ Gun Roswell
The spring of life, the cool blue stuff, the liquid so clear, you can see through it, and the best thing of it is, that you can actually drink it, bathe in it and simply, lull yourself to sleep while floating on it, truly the multipurpose tool for any kind of fool in need of some relief from whatever kind of ailment.
The rock, hard as they come, an element, none too fun, but good to be used as another kind of tool, like hammering down a nail or using it to cover up a trail, whatever use basically thought of, even a house built, well, sort of, but also, a great place to sit on, when all other furniture fails.
The sun, shining above, the warmth, the bright rays, the light, all of it combined, what a great surprise, after such a long while of remaining in total darkness, and so, for the duration of a season, perhaps more, the shining sun, sometimes a bore, mostly though, praised by lore, will be the one keeping up the spirits of those seeking its audience.
“The sun is shining again, after a long time being on the bend, at least, here, Up North, there is hardly any kind of daylight seen, not until now, the sun so bright, here is definitely light, in the darkness” Gun Roswell
The sun became the very one, a synonym for late spring and summer, because before it was a total bummer, rain and wind, snow and cold for a while long, but now, it’s starting to look a lot like not x-mas, rather the days of something else, greens, blues and other colours too, life everywhere sprouting out, and all someone had to do was to shout; summer is here!
But, do not fear, winter will get back on schedule soon enough, if you are interested in that kind of stuff, like the snow and the sleet, when you totally get cold feet, but for now, let’s simply look up at the skies, as times do fly and soon enough, there warmth of the sunny rays, will be to bed laid.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 