The Thrift Shop

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“Someone else’s trash is another person’s useful object, at least, that is what they say, so go and check out your local thrift store, who knows what treasures you may find!” Gun Roswell

The Thrift Shop

The spring sprung out of nowhere with a warming sunlight. In its’ wake the shops of every kind opened their long since closed gates. It was that time of the year, when a new spring in the step, lead you outside without fear. And for all the new adventures waiting out there, there is still some time to spare and spending that, inside of a house? Well, some might say time is a wasted, but hey, at this time of the year, the shopkeepers and sellers, usually bring their best stuff outside, to the world open wide. So, do, go, visit the endless tables at the street sale or yard sale or flee market, what ever is the name you prefer for these types. You might find some real treasures out there, or simply a nice dress which brings you to the spring fair and then you will be the prettiest of them all there. And that is the best kind of reward, right?

A boat across the moat 2

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“There is nothing to it, just grab a boat, any kind of boat and then, take off, from the seashore, the end of the pier, and head o out there, wherever you want to go” Gun Roswell

A boat across the moat

Take a really deep dive, into the ocean wide, only, this time, go with the flow and take it real slow, and inside a boat at that, because your poor body might snap, if the waves get too high, and then up towards the sky you will fly, only to crash down soon after. So, be careful out there, in the liquid stratosphere, strap up and abide by the maritime rules, as those who wrote them, were no fools. Then only will you be able to enjoy yourself fully and maybe, become a mariner too, as it is a profession quite cool. And hey, no one would blame you if you did, as that might just be the best gig of them all, until, at least, fall.

On the streets of Paris 2

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“The pretty place of spring, Paris has that kind of a ring, right?“ Gun Roswell

On the streets of Paris 2

The once certain pièce de résistance in the middle of ole’ gay Paris, is most certainly the Arc de Triomphe, giving that specific oomph, when you walk down the street, any street basically, you will end up in the circle of the streets and below to magnificent landmark, right there in its very own park of sorts. And no, it is not the kind of place to play sports. At least if you want to stay on the good side of the city Gendarmerie, while they are doing their patrolling all over the city.

Lots and lots of tourists there, doing their selfies until and I swear, the police come to pick the up from standing in the middle of the busy lanes. And yes, it is all done while trying to reach the fifteen minutes of fame, well, at least, on social media, not-so-fastgram or something similar. What ever it is called, well, best bet is to simple ignore them and make your own way towards the archway of the ancients to admire it up close and get a doze of history of the prettiest city.

When all the wondering is finally done and even if you feel it’s all quite fun, still, thirst gets in the way and you need a good bar to low lay, before the excursions continue at the break of dusk. And tasting local wines and beers, well that is a must, at least, for some. Then take a load of at any of the plentiful places around the city, either on the streets or inside some getaway, inside a secret doorway? Well, just knock, they’ll let you in, and maybe even, make you sing, a chanson for the city in the light of the night, fun huh!?

A boat across the moat 1

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“Take a ride on a boat, on a river, on the sea, what ever it takes, for at least a moment to flee” Gun Roswell 

A boat across the moat 

There it was, waiting, prepped and ready, for a ride, on the waves, or at least, on the water. It was after all, a fine day, with a sunny disposition, so why not take an excursion out there, on the wide open blue. Because there is nothing more calming and certainly more relaxing, when taking a day off from it all and letting yourself deep into the ocean fall. Letting the craft take its course, without looking back or any remorse of tasks left undone, just to have one day of fun. Even if the fun is set on stun, as the calming waves, will let you into a deep slumber, the world around fading away, and for a moment you wish this way forever to stay. Alas, it is only for a day, and that is okay, as this time apart from it all, is much better than nothing at all. And even if you wish the time to stall, returning is the proper and only call to make.

Frappe by the poolside

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“Gimme coffee, any time, any place, and, in any kind of form, cold or warm” Gun Roswell

Frappe by the poolside

The warm summers day from a memory past, as I was sitting by the pool sipping something cool, laced with sugar and coffee in the warm winds haze, without a care of the future, only whether to dive in the turquoise waters or sweat for a moment longer, sipping on my drink, so much taller than the smaller cup I had at breakfast. But I digress, too little coffee I guess. The warm days of a holiday in the sun and then some shade, sipping from the tallest of glass, each and everyday, at least, a few. The sustenance which keeps one going and going and going, yeah, you guessed it, coffee, no matter what form, cool and calming (hardly!), hot and strong, so much so, that the spoon inside melted, and yes, all of these fine ways, can be done by the poolside, or by the table or even on the run, maybe driving too. But I would not suggest it, as best bet, is to never do anything while driving except keep your eyes on the road.

On the streets of Paris 1

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“Spring time, or any time basically, Paris is the place to be“ Gun Roswell 

On the streets of Paris

It may still be early in the year, even if someone might think that the spring is finally in the air. But the snow on the ground, says otherwise, still, thinking of the one great place in my mind, makes me smile and the idea of warm weather and multiple colours filling the parks. Yes indeed, this is how it all starts, a walk down the good old memory lane, something in which only several recorded images can explain.

It was already late in the evening when hitting the streets, for something specific to seek. The street lights shining our way, well, mostly kinda, as the sun was still setting, thus keeping things light through the stay. So, tonights goal, was simply to take a short stroll and get familiar with the surroundings as tomorrow would really be the start of an excursion, to see it all, to experience Paris, completely and without exclusion.

So, without further ado, ventured out the door, with the elevator hitting the main floor. Outside, the streets open wide, still very much alive, buzzing with noises from people and machines alike. And soon enough realizing the closeness of something so brilliant and up lit, it totally fit the image on the brochure. The tower most magnificent, some said it was heaven’s sent, even if they knew humans did it build for a fair no less.

Quickly crossing the busy streets as to the gorgeous view to reach and soon enough, the tall and towering sight, was erected right there in front of the very eyes. Flashing in various coloured lights, the mighty one had scored yet again another admiring audience, reveling in its ancient presence. Clicks and flashes going off as everyone was making their own record of the tall tower in awe, as this truly was a highlight for a trip way too short.

Paradise in the colour of Blue

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“It looks like the picture-perfect version of a paradise, except it’s all in the colour of blue, but hey, that is simply my chosen hue” Gun Roswell

Paradise in the colour of Blue

What is the most sought-after place, either here on Earth or then somewhere else, even around in the galaxy, where all of us so hard try to find, that one perfect spot, where it all supposedly did start for our kind? The life, us, the animals, all the other beings including the aliens out there, which I know to exit, all the surroundings, even if the scientists might state, it was a some kind of a big bang of a thing, which created it all, like throwing in a ball, that split to a million pieces, leaving, all that you now see, behind?

Well, you may know it called simply, as Eden or some other cute name, now stalled, in some temporary time dilation field like this was a scene, straight out of some fantasy flick. But, it’s still there, in whatever shape or form, and, if you keep on looking hard enough and long enough, that one special spot, can be yours, no matter where or even when nor what colour it might exist in, you will know what it is, when you finally with your own eyes it witness, Paradise.

The blue wide open

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Sailing, into the blue wide open, to cure, all, of my ailing blues, failing, no matter how far I am sailing, now only to be continued, in the total blue, as it is eternal, for us, chosen few.

Today, is Tuesday

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“It’s another day of the week, naturally!” Gun Roswell

Today, is Tuesday

The days come along one by one (usually the way they do)
It’s almost like singing a song (verse by verse moving along)
Today it’s Tuesday, when only yesterday it was Sunday (that’s how I recall it)
And now, it’s getting late, no matter how I hesitate, tomorrow will be here, I can feel it near (What do you know: It’s Wednesday and midweek, what a geek!)

Guess I need to stop worrying about Mondays anyway (Oh, did you worry before? Did not know that…)
Since the days keep on changing without my aid (Yeah, need a time machine for that!)
Why worry about some day, when there is always the next day (True, do like the Spanish do, manana!)
So, on this day of …ahem, Tuesday, I swear, not to worry about another damned day!!! (Liar! You know this promise or what ever is as good as the up and down going fever! You will never keep it, trust me, I know shit!)

Bring it on Tuesday, Wednesday and even Friday (Don’t forget Monday and something else!)
Every day, from this day on is my day (note to writer, how many times can you get away with the word “day”?)
I will start appreciating the here and now (Yeah, really! Like to see that)
And then, if not, nobody have a cow! (We already did! It’s there in the backyard!)

Painting on the streets on a seat Sunday

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“The Sunday always brings out the artistic side of me or at least, the art buyer that is” Gun Roswell

Painting on the streets on a seat Sunday

The non too busy shopping streets on a Sunday afternoon is what most leisure shoppers seek. The peace and quite, simply to take the time to browse around the produce on sale, especially all of those handcrafted details. The painters there too, conjuring the caricatures of the odd passersby, most of the artwork done with a smile. And then making a sale of the same, both parties happy with the end result without blame. And one other thing seems to be common for both seller and punter, the eternal bargain hunter, is that of the afternoon sun, and when it gets too hot to be walking around, a cool and calming respite is the only thing to be sought, as it is something which easily cannot be bought. And a seat in the shade, well that is like winning a small lottery or top price to be gained and then, spending the rest of the day, on a seat without complaints, well, that is what Sunday is all about without a doubt.