“It’s an architectural puzzle” Gun Roswell
Not saving any ink
Painted pink
The house stands tall
Winter, Spring, Summer and fall
In the harbour
From port to starboard
The Triptych
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Faded memories
“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.
Water, Tile, Rock
“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.
Red Sun
“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.
Frappe or not to Frappe?
“Gimme coffee, any time, any place, and, in any kind of form, cold or warm” Gun Roswell
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.
The sun and the parasol
There is just something so fun, laying, under the bright sun, but only, if I have my parasol, where I lay down without being too dull!” Gun Roswell
The sun is shining, so brightly, against the blue of the sky
Nothing or no other experience in life, makes me really, smile
As does this meteorological phenomena do, to little ol’ moi
When I have made the trek to the beach, for the day encore en foi
But this is not just about throwing some French around
But rather, to enjoy a day, resting, even if lying, on the ground
A day at the beach, in theory at least, is a plan totally sound
But if the heat gets a tad too much to resist, and groaning out loud
Becomes the permanently made, teeth grinding non-vowels
Then it is that time, when the parasol comes to play
Quickly setting up the plastic colourful monstrosity to full display
Never mind the outlook, it’s fine because I myself won’t look
At the contraption, now above my very large head, slightly shook
Because, I will be happy on this one day of summer no matter what
Even with all them flies and other types, I away have to swat
This one single day I have earned with much work and sweat
So I will be damned if the heat or what ever other problem might me let
Feel less of fun, or any other type of good feeling
As I lay here, watching the day, pass me by, leading
Towards the hopefully calm and setting sun for the evening
When I will leave this place, with a smile on my face
Until next year, when I get one day off and to the beach, once again trot
With my parasol naturally, so I can enjoy, the sun, fully!
Beach In Monochrome
“No matter, sunshine or not, as it is almost summer, going to the beach is a must “ Gun Roswell
No matter the day or time or even season
There is an inherit urge to the point of treason
Against the odds that is, as it is, the beach
Is not accessible to most of us except during summer
Which is a big bummer, but then again, winter
Is the eternal splinter, with all the cold weather
Snow and such, most of us don’t really care about
Of course there is the options to carve a small hole
Into the ice if you are really feeling that kind of bold
And dive into the freezing cold of the water
And the running but naked into the hot and humid sauna
But, for now, it might not be the perfect kind of state
As spring and therefore summer are totally delayed
For a visit to the sandy shores, still, trying as one must do
Getting there, in the foggy kind of haze, finding the perfect place
And then laying down on the sun bed, even if clothed fully
In warm winter clothing, but it is already April and the beach?Well, it may be out of reach for some time more
But hey, spending a day, even in the icy cold winds
It was still the beach and nothing or no one can deny
That I’ve got a huge big smile on my face just because, beach!
The pool and the shade
“There is a pool out there, mighty cool blue and fresh looking too, quite tempting to be dipping into” Gun Roswell
The calming blue hues of the silky feeling liquid, filling the very large size tub, or what some might call a swimming pool, something someone thought might be a good idea to do, which was to fill a place, totally waterproof, up to the hilt with stuff so cool, that the colour of it would ensue, even if something was to disturb the very surface while diving into the tempting blue liquid, and then to play around inside of it, like a kid whose just come home from school, and had seen all the infinite possibilities of this great big puddle of water, even if it meant to be acting like a fool, still a small price to pay, for this kind of soothing place, to be able to roll around and even race, against any other willing participants joining in this phase, even if it was on a daily base, perhaps only possible during a summer time, but when the option was presented, then taking full advantage of this great experience.
Office hours
“On a warm day, you can either indoors stay, or then if you are lucky enough, spend it poolside as it is so very hot outside!” Gun Roswell
The weather gods having been totally generous over the past few weeks might have needed some praise from us lowly humans. Someone might have noted though, that had been over generous as the temperatures outside had exceeded everyones wild expectations of a hot summer weather, not matter the level on which you resided on the blue globe. South, North, middle there somewhere, it was all the same red at least on the maps of forecast done by some of the weather fortune tellers out there on tv-land. And nothing major really could be planned as the temperatures were all the same, high, each and every single day for the whole planet.
But, staying indoors the whole summer just to run away from the weather? Well, that was a total bummer. So, for some lucky ones, there was an option other than hiding from the sun. To take themselves poolside. At least for a day or so, as the energy levels were quite low, from the heat and the darkness of the indoors. The solution of renting a room, any hotel room basically in a nearby area for a day or few. And then, stay there form dawn till dusk as it was a must, to stay close to the cool and calming waters. Then every now and again, take a dip into the liquid. Well, what a way to spend a sunny Sunday day, poolside in a lazy chair reclined in a position so fine, there was no idea, to move anywhere else the whole time spent poolside.
Up there, at the top of the tree
“Climbing up a tree can be fun, feeling like a kid again, playing under the sun” Gun Roswell
Summer day quite boring, nothing really great or fun scoring, thinking of something out of this world to do, something totally new.
Then an adventurous thought occurs, as looking up at the tall tree tops, seeing a bunch of coconuts, hanging in mid air.
What if there was a way to get up there, high up to the very top and catch one? That, could be so totally awesome and fun!
So, starting the dangerous climb, slowly but surely, holding on to the scruffy looking things sticking out of the tree.
Making good time while trying the three stump to climb, even if the task seemed quite impossible from below on the ground.
Still, a new sense of self now found, feeling invincible, like a super powered non earth bound kid, climbing faster and faster limb by limb.
Reaching close to the top, with a tad of a huff and puff, as the age is still there even if the mind is in another sphere.
Finally close enough to reach out and grab a hold of the looming price, as nearing the height close to a short size high rise.
But, then, the winds started blowing, faster and harder than ever before, and what seemed like a totally reachable goal, seemed to be ending in a scowl.
While falling back to earth, the last thing on the mind was a curse: Oh gravity, thou art a heartless bitch!
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