Ride, ride, ride a horse buggy in the fresh snow

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“Snowy and freezing roads ahead, but the buggy, certainly, is a warming bed“ Gun Roswell

Ride, ride, ride a horse buggy in the fresh snow

It may not have been a special occasion at all, at least, not since the days had grown shorter after Fall, but there was just something so great, about a day after, a heavy snow fall. The idea of spending some time out there in nature without care, maybe even, a picnic of a different kind, as just thinking about it, got wide smiles. Packing up the basket, especially the hot beverage. Mittens, shoes and hats, and thick coat at that, then ready and able to hitch that magical ride, outside in the open wide. But also cold, so don’t forget to bundle up and sip some of that old magical warming elixir of life (coffee).

It was a freezing day after all, so remaining warm, was the key, but not so much so, to limit the vision to see. All the snow covered fields and trees, nothing but miles and miles of white to be seen. Certainly, a must on the list, was that one side trip, to the not so open sea, as this time of year it was all invisible and chill. Maybe spot an island or too, and then take a slide on the ice out of the blue. Then again, spotting all that white, yes you guessed it, the colour of the season, of the one simple reason, snow! Might just have been about the coolest thing you ever saw. Or then again, not. But what ever the feeling for winter is, this one thing, at least, you have to try out, because as the buggy moves, you will shout!

Tales of the moon 3 Perspective of the moon

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“But it looks so small, hanging by itself, up there, in the stratosphere” Gun Roswell

Tales of the moon 3  Perspective of the moon

When looking through the lens, at the night skies mighty and high, something seems quite off or even bent. As the large and wide image, gives the impression that the moon is a small white ball hanging there in the line of scrimmage, like someone had played a game and left it there, hanging without a reference of frame. But as you gaze upon it with your naked eyes, a great and rather big surprise will be revealed, as the moon’s rise, gives the impression of a quite large size planetary object neither hollow nor empty. Changing colour from white to blue to even red, and that, is quite the topic for those who worship this giver of light in the middle of the night. Whether you are a casual watcher of a fanatic worshiper, it is all a matter of perspective, and really has no matter as long as you enjoy what you are seeing and, in the moment being.

Tales of the moon 2

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“I keep on watching the moon, until it or then I, turn into a blue hue” Gun Roswell

Tales of the moon 2

Behind the curtain of the highest of skies, it stealthy lurks, but only, during the middle of the night. As if it was much too shy, or even, trying to hide. It’s a benevolent being though, as it will try its low burning light to show, in the total darkness of the night, for those of us, in plight.

It is almost as if it is trying to lead the good fight, against those powers out there, trying to do harm. The protector of us lower beings, it could be easily as such be seen. Then again, mere fantasy at play, as if any planetary object, could evil slay. But whatever the belief, there is still such a relief, when the moon peeks through the clouds at night, saving us from fright.

Tales of the moon 1

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“Rhyming tales of the moon is what I do” Gun Roswell

Tales of the moon 1

Long ago, the ancestors glared at the moon, worshiping it, during its full bloom. The object in the night skies, could never tell them lies, and so, it became their god. This went on, until several eons were gone, before the dawn, of the modern times were swiftly applied. And technology tried to explain away, the mystery and fame, after that, the moon simply became, easy prey.

Now, the mighty nightly deity, is a mere object planetary, as the humankind, it did conquer in a time, where the space races of these lowly earthlings, were just beginning. Soon enough learning the mysterious ball of light, was a simple rock up in the skies. Nothing to be worshipped or even desired, just a dusty ole’ place, none too fine. But something important was left behind, those venturing out there in the high skies.

As the theories started, that this object of a moon, was really a vessel for the sky people. Those who might have visited, this planet so blue, to the moon adjacent. And that maybe the inside of it was hollow and something great was about to follow. That’s when the following once again started, as eyes and even telescopes up towards it darted. Giving this piece of a rock, once again a place in the cultural pop.

Snowy Branches

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“Snow fell, upon a branch for a spell, until such time, when it’s warm again” Gun Roswell

Snowy Branches

Fresh snow fell, on the branches of the trees in the forest. But there was no one to see that, so was it then really real or not? Maybe there was snow there, maybe not, but the scenery, imaginary or perhaps, someone manage to snap that much coveted picture even. Even if it was all just fake, then that is fine, as in my very own mind, I am enjoying the cold wintry scene, from a forest, filled with trees, covered, in snow, freshly poured down snow, thinking of taking a stroll there, and enjoy my time in the fresh cold weather, until it’s time to change to something else completely.

Cats a sleeping

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“Two cats sleeping, three cats sleeping, even more cats sleeping, yes, I do seem to collect them and now, they are filling, the house!” Gun Roswell

Cats a sleeping

Two of them, were snoring, one was gently purring, as the three cats, were neatly piled together, for a great and relaxing nap. As the room was quiet and no one was disturbing them, not even, the noise mice, so taking some time off, from the hunt, was certainly, quite nice. It had been a long day, after all, for the three of them, always on the prowl, sometimes acting cool and quiet, sometimes protesting with loud meows. But for now, it was the end of a long working night, and so, the cats could take their rest, until such time, when the dinner bell dinged and the food was served, but before that, there could be some time to play to be reserved, because these kitties, no matter no longer young, sure liked to play with their toys and have lots of fun. Still, that was not yet the plan, as the napping continued, over the rug close to the fireplace, for a few more hours, all else be damned!

Snow on the water!

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“Not smoke or fire, but pure snow, on the water!“ Gun Roswell

Snow on the water!

It looked like a field of sorts, with an island in the middle of it all. It could have been used for crops or even potatoes, which were already harvested, before the snow fall. But, it wasn’t that, no, this, used to be an open sea, with boats coming and going, and someone even did, some waterskiing here. But now, that snow, had covered it all, even if the fall time, had seemed so warm. Then, one night, it all froze over, in an instant almost, and as the flakes well, day after day after day, soon enough, nothing but the white stuff, could be seen for miles on end. But not all was lost, after all, you could still go out there on the ice and walk. Or, if you were daring enough, maybe put some skates on and do a little pirouette. After all, this was the season, of winter, and usually, snow would fall and the water would freeze during below zero temperatures. And this was, the lure, of a scenic wintry moment by the seaside with snow on the water.

Nightly window view

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“The snow, makes all the difference, don’t you think” Gun Roswell

Nightly window view

It was once again that time of the season, when for some reason
The expectance of having some much needed snow on the ground
Even if the weather forecast predicted it was nowhere to be found
But those hopeful ones, who dared to wish and upon a star dish
Their deepest and most sacred desires, before they would expire
And so, as the night time once again, like every day, on time fell
Some of the fans of winter, remained seated, by the window sill
And all of a sudden, all their wishes were granted, to the very hilt
As the solemn flakes of frozen ice, across the chilly air, were spied
And where there was one, soon enough, more would definitely follow
Leaving the autumn, grey dull coloured ground anything but hollow
And in the early morning hours, gleeful the cheers of big and small
Were heard where ever anyone looked out of their windows small
The snow had finally landed, and the season just got a whole lot grander

21.01.2021: Six years with WordPress!

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A great big Thank You to all my Readers! You are the best 🙂

Look out!

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“Look, through the window, look outside, into, the open world wide!” Gun Roswell

Look out!

Above these fluffiest of clouds, ever so high
Life, all the way so fast, passing me by
On these biggest of wings, on the fly
Looking out, for any and all of the signs
Of maybe, some kind of, extraordinary life
But, for me, here, today, the only thing I can see
Are the endless mountains and maybe, the sea

In the open waters of the far away archipelago
On an barren island, totally for myself, borrowed
The life, is passing by, so utterly and unbelievable slow
The weather constantly changing, from sun to flow
Of so much rain, against all of the open windows
And, without much of anything, really to do
On this forsaken world and in my small bungalow

A suburban afternoon, spent, inside as once again, barred
From the common place of a playground, on the large yard
So, the only pass time for now, is to watch the life, through
My oh so very small and shadowed window, with a view
But, the place, is seemingly at least for today, deserted
As there are simply, no people or any kind of sounds, reverberated
Through the concrete build, of this community, of suburbia

Waiting, once again, same as every day, for the always delayed lift
After a long and really hard (and absolutely shitty) work shift
Feeling bored, and maybe, this is really not the time for any of it
But I am always interested, in any kind of happening, totally hip
So, once again, spending time, watching, through the panoramic windows
As the lift car downwards shifts and I am able to better see the show
Starting on the streets, at this hour of the ever, life so interesting, I go
And join the others there, instead of just standing by the window and stare