3 am in the morning in June

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“The lights are on even if it’s not even dawn?! So wha the f..k is this all about then?” Gun Roswell

3 am in the morning in June

It was supposed to be that time of the day, when you are comfortably resting in your own comfy bed. But the lights were turned on outside and there was nothing to do except open your eyes. Glaring out the window, where the confusing lights had been turned on. It wasn’t supposed to be sunrise just yet, but it seemed like the blue skies had not gotten the memo as they reflected the daily light, just for us sleepers non-delight. There is a time for everything, and this one cool and kind of an odd thing, was not one of them. Sleep is what makes the Human tick in the daily light and that strict fact cannot be ignored not even by the Almighty Mother Nature. So, next time you decide to change the universal time, please send us lowly dwellers of Earth a note or a memo, so we’ll know and can be prepared without masks covering our poor eyes, in the middle of the night, when it is time for us to be sleeping and not around the window sills to be peeking at the glorious light of the blue coloured skies. That is something we can do during the real day and it should be enough the tired Human then stated after a few huffs and puffs and sighs, as they really needed their sleep as it was supposed to be in the middle of the night!

Spring and Summer Weather

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“There is nothing wrong with the weather. It is fine, I am fine, everyone is fine. It’s just weather, changing all the time.” Gun Roswell

Spring and Summer Weather

The early morning showers, woke me up, with a light flash caused by thunder. It was not at all unexpected as it had been forecast already but usually those meteorologist make a blunders. Still, as it is the merry month of Spring or even Summer, you would think, that after several days, of temperatures in the hight twenties, Celsius as the Europeans measure it, it would be as warm as a summer’s shower, but imagine my dismay as I watched outside my window display and saw what I saw. The weather dire and dull, the temperatures could have easily been closer to null as it was freezing like before the winters storms. Now this was not nice as nobody had me warned, that today would not be bathing suit degrees rather chilling cold and wet ones to possibly and most likely make you sneeze. Well, we all know that the weather gods are here for us humans to please, but come on! Wouldn’t it be nice for that the Summer weather to finally kick in with full force and warming up not just the world wide outside, but thaw also our chilly little hearts from that wintery smart? Yeah right, it’s just weather am I right!?

Rocking away in an old chair

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“The good old rocking chair, will take you there, albeit slowly“ Gun Roswell

Rocking away in an old chair

The old and busted wooden chair, in the corner of the room glared. It wasn’t in the greatest of shapes, and most likely beyond repair. But it was a reminder of ages past, when useful things were built to last. And the memories of people already passed, seated in the respite for a while longer as the soothing rocking motion felt stronger, lulling away all the bad and sad of the day, before it was time to rest lay. 

Deciding to try the very best, to rescue the poor rocking chair from its destination, of becoming kindling for the fire, as it was totally in need so dire. So, taking the chance and maybe in the process or reparation making it last, several more years and then creating, new memories while rocking away in its lulling haze during the evenings long, after all, it was supposed to be an heirloom of sorts. 

A few weeks later, the end result of the saving process visible, only this time not in the corner, rather a better and visible place chosen for this breeze from the past, and certainly, looking much more bolder in its new coating. Certainly the worthwhile effort and a lasting joy for all of us wanting to rock in a chair even if going nowhere.

Cat of the street

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“When traveling the world all kinds of cats you meet and that is so neat!” Gun Roswell 

Cat of the street

A random cat on the streets I once met, who totally set, to greet each and every passerby with a paw laces high-five. Mostly the people thought it was kind of nice but one especially found it to be more than wise of a mere cat in the streets and then with a smile, she asked the cat if he was fine or looking for something more in life. 

The cat then replied:

This greeting and meeting of asl kinds and maybe a reward once on a while, has suited me and been my style for quite the while. But if you would offer me a place with a warm embrace and a tune on the side, and besides, you look kind and I would not decline, but rather go with you and have a life oh so totally fine.

The woman then smiled and opened her arms the cat jumping up totally charmed and then the two of them left for their home, neither of them ever again alone. After all, sometimes, the street life may look glamorous and fine, but a good home is what the wants yearns even of the furry one seeker, even if it was the famous greeter.

High up the blues in the skies

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“Keep watching the above skies, you’ll never know what you there might find” Gun Roswell 

High up the blues in the skies

Glancing up, towards the clouds made of fluff, I see all the blue hues covering the ceiling of this wide world and then I am feeling, like the one and only lucky little geek, as I can sit here and just be, for a while at least, simply free of all the worldly troubles down here on this very ground. But up there only stars and the moon can be found and it all sounds like a nice space to escape to, at least sometimes. And after a while as I have fantasised, of being a being able to fly, high up there and after the moment has passed and I’m back on this so called earth again, as I stand and gaze up towards the skies I just left before coming back down and guess what! I am feeling, fine even without spending one dime and then, I can once again smile.

The Blimp on the ground

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“It looks fully blown into shape, like a blimp of sorts, only a grounded one “ Gun Roswell

The Blimp on the ground

It was blown way out of proportions, literally, as the air filled dome pierced the skies. Luckily mimicking the colours of the heavens above, Looking like some sort of a mirage right in the horizon, or at least, in the large field which in it was arising. The blob of a thing, which was soon going to be housing, a large rink of ice, a field for the balls of foot and a fully house of service, with food and drinks to be bought, if this was the type of thing you sought inside a large balloon of a thing, in the middle of the farmers field. At least, for the duration of summer as the heat would melt away all ice and well, playing any kind of games was so much more nice, inside the climate controlled structure. Soon enough, the people and other types would flock inside the blue coloured blimp and the anthems to sing and praise the teams they were rooting for, even if none of them would make one single score. This was simply the way of all those sport types and a few others who found this kind of past time to be fine and so, the bluest of air filled houses would come to life without too much stiffer, as they only needed a few pumps to do the trick and voila; this is what you can now see out there in the old field. A totally landed blue coloured blimp!

Take a ride on the yellow bike 

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“I want to ride my bicycle I want to ride my yellow bike anywhere I like” Gun Roswell 

Take a ride on the yellow bike 

The day starting strong and nothing can go wrong, especially as soon as I have my ride set. So, trotting down to the nearest bus stop by the railway station for said asset to get. As I had already decided, this was a day riding and nothing from it was me stopping. Not on this day anyway.

A few minutes of walk and I can already see that one bright spot of the day, the yellows gleaming through the trees, and I know this is what I seek and then grinning like a freak I start to run, because I know this will be so much fun and a great day out. So much so it warranted a shout!

Quickly arriving to the parking lot of those two wheelers there stacked on top of each other and it’s just a matter of picking one up, inserting my card, as this is an operation smart and then, after picking the perfect one among many, simply on it I will hop and start riding and maybe never stop!

Now, if you are out there in the streets, just strolling in general or maybe on your way to someone meet. Then watch out for that yellows blur passing you by. It may be dangerous as it may cause you a wide smile. But hey, anything for the laughs right as I am out there, riding my yellow bike.

Sky Box 

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“Sitting up really high, so close to the sky, in a small box, watching life pass by, and that is just fine as I can finally smile” Gun Roswell

Sky Box 

I was told, that the very best spot, at least on the land I am forced to thread for the foreseeable future, might just be the tiniest of a box, built on top of a towery construct. Reaching for the skies, on the field open wide, the outlook of it all even causing a smile.

As I climb up the steps, I have really no idea what to expect, but then when I finally arrive to the end of my climb, I can see they why as I glare at the wow effect right in front of my very eyes, and indeed all those making their praises of this place were totally right.

As I take my seat, close to the panoramic view, sometimes reserved for only the few, but today also for me, and I can only say one thing about this magnificent scene, this is so the best spot, of the lot! And I may never want to leave this place, not for a while at least.

Fields of summer

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“The summer is near, I can feel it in the air, and smell too!” Gun Roswell

Fields of summer

The spring came quite late as it seemed to hesitate, whether to arrive at all, or simply skip it over and move straight to fall. Alas, without warning, the temperatures jumped from practically zero to scorching. Or at least, that is how it felt for the unpractised Northerner, but soon enough, getting used to the tough change from zero to warm was upon and then, getting outside for the summery fun, with games and gardening, waiting to be done. The flowers in full bloom as the greeneries of the waste fields were grown fast and even the trees got their deserved lush cover as the leaves popped out from the tiny nubs, laying dormant for most part of the year. But not today as it was finally good enough to sprout out and give the humans their yearly show of the scenic greens across the fields and all over. Summer had finally arrived and that was worth a huge big smile.

Shadows and seats 

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“There is always a seat when you need one” Gun Roswell 

Shadows and seats 

The warm sun shining in the blue skies and I find myself whining to the simple fact of too much heat and direct sunlight in my pale face. Trying very hard but there is simply no escape. But wait! What did I just spot in my peripheral vision but something most likely to be saving my over cooked bacon? A seat over there in the distant, and to be scarce, it’s residing in the only shadowy spot to be seen or found for miles on end. Could I really be that lucky and be the one, whom over there ion a few could run? Or is this simply a terrible joke, a mirage at the expense of my over heated delusional mind? Please please be kind and let me over there my way find and nothing more will I ever ask again. Well, not until the next time when I’m in trouble again, so talk then as now I need to get to my precious seat on the cool shadows and plenty of rest there spend until it’s  time to say, when and get going again.