“The sun set, the night not there yet, the nature all around, turning… blue” Gun Roswell
That moment at dawn
Has you quite drawn
The sky and nature
Of one blue creature
The coolest of blues
The nature in hue…
…A natural true blue
“The moment not lasting too long, the blue hues of nature, just before the setting sun, is a total wonder” Gun Roswell
Blue Moment Descends
Something old
Something new
Something stolen
Something blue
A moment in time
Forever frozen
Captured
By an image
In the mind’s eye
And possibly
Forever
In bits and bytes
“The blue moment of the day, is here to slay, the sun, as there is nothing it can do against the darkening night.” Gun Roswell
Winter’s blue moment sunset
The colour, is simply so totally blue, the hue so strong, the lens of the camera could not even fathom how to adjust the tone
But it does not matter as the calming waves, hitting those, whom dare in the moment for a tad longer to stay.
The world under a calming cool blanket, not of white, or off white, but blue, the hue simply so good, matching those of the skies.
And before it is time to retire, lay the head on a pillow and smile, the moment of blue still lingering the minds of those, whom did it applaud.
“The river is blue as is the mood, of those travelling along the waves soothing “ Gun Roswell
The blue and the river
The river painted in the colour of blue, by the clouds and the moment, which came too soon, the setting of the sun combining the elements of water and air, creating a totally new hue, the blues, as some of us like to call it.
And in this moment, of the blues, everything stalls, even the view, the small boat making its way back home to a safe harbour, but before it will arrive to its home space, it too, will halt all movement, just for the sake of the moment of the blues.
And that is simply because everything and everyone is affected and totally drawn to the phenomena as no-one can it resist, no matter how hard they would want to try, but nobody ever does.
Why?
Simply, because it exists, in time, in space, everywhere and each and every day it will be there.
Well, almost.
And then, after the stolen moment has gone with a blink of an eye, the blues, all of it, disappearing, into the nothingness it came from, and only then, it all moves on, time and the night fall.
“The blue slope, especially down the narrow hill, can be a slippery one to follow” Gun Roswell
The Blue and the Slippery Slope
Found a slope near by, just a little before the night, as the blues had descended upon the land, it was time to take the trip at hand. But it was not without a fright, as there was barely any kind of light ahead on the road chosen to take me to the place I needed to go to, but there in the tow, the baggage I needed to haul and so, as this had to be done all alone, I needed to take it quite slow. And so, without any kind of warning to anyone except my poor own soul, I was headed toward the blue and slippery slope. Taking the first few steps with a lot of hesitation, slipping and sliding, uncontrolled, not sure if the choice I had made had any kind of good qualifications. But then, as the blues started to surround my person, and the slipping along the path was getting under some kind of a control, the footfalls also more steady soon enough got and then, a few moments passed, I had not noticed I could last but the moving along was getting much faster and then, I found myself running and laughing and sliding neatly down the road of the much anticipated slippery slope filled with blues of all kinds of hues and I could not have felt more better, simply letting all doubts go.
“The blue of the afternoon just after two, and so, night once again, came too soon, at leat in the middle of winter“ Gun Roswell
Blue descending on the homestead
There is nothing more so haunting and at the same time invigorating at the same time, in the midst of the darkened season, where there is only snow and ice around, nothing of any other colour to be found, except when the midday has passed as the days, they are not really meant to last, not like the long, long and dark nights, which can be quite the fright without light, the sun never popping out, except on maybe rare occasions, but not on this day, as now, today, the sun is not setting, rather the blue moment is upon, and therefore, the homestead is covered with a blue hued halo of a special effect, the gloomy and dark feel of it all, is not so bad, if you embrace the possibilities of a refresh just before the night fall, all the world bathing in the light, neither moon or sunshine, only blue, crackling almost with electricity, and then, before you have the chance to even blink, the daylight and the blue is gone and night time is once again upon, sleep time beckon gin for all to fall, taking a rest just before the hours of a new dawn.
“There is always time for some blues in the midst of a crispy white winter” Gun Roswell
Blue in the Winter
Snowy and icy, sometimes even spicy, the winter scene before me, with all the monochromic colours of white and grey, but not today, as today, I am feeling the blues, especially, when the moment arises just before the darkness is upon. No matter whether it is the songs I am singing or the colour descending upon the land, it is a true blue hue of the moment, which captures the heart of the winter, not the calm and cold and crispy whites, which are the dominant ones for most of the winters time. And so today, celebrating this calming phenomena right there out on display over the sea and land, the magnificence of this state more than any one single person can stand, the totally painted skyline in blue, as is the colour of the snow and the trees, right there visible for anyone wanting to see, the blues in the winter, have arrived once again. And so, here is sit, a small being in the middle of nowhere much, admiring the view as such, taking it all in and start to sing my very own kind of blues.
“The moment of blue has descended onto the crispy clean white of winter” Gun Roswell
Blue and white moment
The very late hours of the sparse daylight during the seasonal region and setting sun, in the midst of a winter’s day, in the middle of the thickest forest to be found just over the horizon before the moon rising. A place where the winter wonderland still remains in tact and do not lack the magic of the nature, where the crispy whites turning into something completely else in the changing shadows between the very cold and between light and darkness. It is the moment of blue descending without warning of any kind, just to remind of the power of the weather gods churning this time of ours. But certainly there is nobody below, daring to scorn of this very fact, as this time upon is both calming to the spirit and soothing in ways never imagined. And so, simply being there, in the dense forest of white at this point in time, would make anyone feel oh so very fine despite the cold temperatures of the winter, as simply experiencing this moment would make you all warm and fuzzy inside.
“The white turned to blue suddenly, in the moment of hue of the night fall of winter” Gun Roswell
Blue Wintery Scene
The late of the evening, or rather just after midday as the polar nights in this region were causing the daylight, to be as scarce as water in Sahara, and so, the night fall would happen in the middle of the day rather than in the evening as usually did during the brightest of days of summer. But before this little ditty becomes a total bummer, then let’s just jump back to the topic of night fall, and the moment of blue as it was totally painting some really gorgeous views while the never revealed sun of winter had been seen, still, it was reflecting from somewhere between the thick layer of white clouds up in the skies, making the white powdery stuff to fall down. And even if it was all over and everywhere, covering the lot, the weather too, somewhat of a shock, the cold crispy air, still, it was a pretty fair scenery, that the weather gods had painted so for now, there really was no complaining, at least not to this snapper of pics.
“The night sky, relentless to turn into darkness, keeping the blue hues of the day” Gun Roswell
Thick blues and clouds in the night sky
When the night time falls, there is a brief moment, where time stalls, the surroundings getting a moment of a different colour from that of the day and the night. It can be in a chosen shade and today, it is a tad of the darker side of the spectrum. The Blue Moment, as it is most commonly known for those dwellers, who cannot wait to experience it at the break of night, when there is no more room for anything more work or fight, it’s just the time of rest, but the best part is this special show up in the evening skies, before the moon and stars come out. Despite the thick coverage of clouds, grey or white during the daylight hours, now, all of them painted in the same shade of blue as is the rest of the nature, all the elements, even the waters and nature, covered in the same blanket of deep blue. And then before the onlookers even realise, the night has fallen and the blues are almost gone. But the pale of the moonlight, will continue with the same shade for a while longer, until the it will all get darkest at night.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 