“The blue water the only divider between me and my dream of living on that special kind of island” Gun Roswell
Spring on a secret island
I am living
On a secret island
I just keep smiling
Thinking about
My tiny piece of land
No one can understand
Until they have landed
On this tiny
Place of sand
My land, my island
“Take a seat, on the little blue chair, it’s cool and neat, you can surely feel it” Gun Roswell
Blue and the Seat
As always, during the last day of the week
The Sunday, the sunny day, is always reserved for the time to seek
But, when the midday sun, gets way too hot
You know you need to find, that one special spot
Where you are able to rest for a moment
Hoping it’s not going to be too much of a torment
When trying to gain that much needed momentum
To be able to complete, the most fun filled excursion
“The calming of the skies with the ocean is the colour of cool blue” Gun Roswell
Blue and the lighthouse
The cool and calming sea
The blues as far as you can see
But that is only during the day
Because at the time of night
It will be, completely dark
But no worries, there is a spark
Of light at the end of the tunnel
The one shining so bright it creates a funnel
A safe passage way if you will
For all those ships to the harbour bring
The lighthouse at the end of the pier
Is the only in the darkness seer
The mighty white building concrete
Standing tall and gorgeous even in the heat
But popping out, during the time of blue
Reflecting the coolest of hues
“There is always something more interesting on the other side, right?“ Gun Roswell
What’s at the very end?
Standing at the start of a very long and narrow, but inviting pier. If I was a seer, I would know what ahead of me lies, alas, I am not, so the only option is to either stop, or move forward, towards the great unknown. And that is what I have chosen. Making this an adventure to be gone on.
As I am slowly but surely moving forward, with my legs shaky, as each step, can be my very last, on this rickety old lane of fast. But I continue, as I am curious and I do want to know, what there is at the very end for me to show. A revelation perhaps? A reward of some sort?
What ever it is, I cannot wait to find out, even if it would be, just a simple old kind of a lighthouse!
“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
Under the sun, under the parasol
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!
“ There is blue, and then there is blue, the liquids of the pool, the ocean, all varying in their shade, and all I can do, is simply stare“ Gun Roswell
Turquoise and Blue
The pool waters beckoned for a dip into the calming waves, away from the hottest of suns, at least shining brightly for the day, much to the enjoyment of those worshippers fully on display.
The deep dive, will hopefully revive, all the heated up joints, skin and whatever the object of beaming light just might have touched, while in the hunger and greed took in too much of that which wasn’t really needed.
Then again, whom can blame, those wanting a moment in the warmth of the sun bask, as this kind of moment only a short while will last, and if the payment is some redness and a small rash, then all is well as long as moderation is something used as a guideline.
So, into the water, taking a dive, staying in the calming balm a tad longer, before finding some shade, as even if the sunny side is nice, taking in only some during each passing day is a must, despite the fact this kind of weather won’t last.
“Some kind of a tower, of power, and some clouds, with the nature’s own thunderous force reflected, to the surface of the waters“ Gun Roswell
Towers, Clouds, tall and reflected
The colours might vary, from coolest of blues to the green scale of the spectrum, but it is all okay as they are inside the pallet of that which is blue, so do not me sue, when you see the two pictures with the similar but different hues.
It just might be real life, memorex or then simply, something done with a computer installed application of the photographic kind, but whichever it is, just, don’t insist, for me to give a way the very secret!
“The blue is calming, the blue is cool, the blue makes one feel soothed, sitting down and taking a load off, is a bonus” Gun Roswell
The Seat and the Cool Blue
The calm of the Sunday afternoon, is lulling the weary traveller to sleep, as while looking for the perfect spot, to lay down for a spell of a moment, just because, the heat of the summer was getting on, and so, taking a load off, was the best option.
Finding respite under the trees, the white and blue surroundings calming and soothing just enough, the breathing heavy from before, now much more even and so, before the evening descends, and it is time to return to sleep, the weary traveller can keep this seat, in a cafe so small, nobody else was able to see it, as only the lucky ones, daring to seek, had found the blues.
“The ocean blue vistas ensue to the ends of the earth, perhaps even time” Gun Roswell
Ocean Vistas
The gorgeous blues of various hues, last until the zone of the horizon rising from the vastness of the never-ending ocean
Nothing more cool or calm for the human eye, when those peepers do spy the gift of mother nature’s skies and waters alike
As there within the biggest of secrets do lie, deep within the appreciation of the small person never leaving the gorgeous sight without a wide smile
Saving the view of the perfect vista in the minds eye, for a long while until such time it finally slips away
“There is just something about water, especially when in a pool or open sea, which makes this one, wanting into it dive and the real world to flee“ Gun Roswell
Blue and the Water equals Splash!
The waters cold and blue, the weather not really so good, still, wanting to go diving in, just because it might just bring, the much needed refreshing feeling, needed to survive a hectic day.
The sun long since gone, somewhere safe perhaps stored, as it is that time of the season, when the warmth is less so and the reason, for wearing more of the clothing needed simply to survive without heat.
But, when the treat, of a pool on someone’s backyard greets, there is no way, not to take up on the offer, even if shivering cold without the layers of cloth.
And so, without further ado, closing eyes and thinking or summer, finding the warmth from within, while standing there in a skimpy swimsuit, and then, diving into the slightly ice cold blue.
Luckily, the human body is built, with adaptive qualities, and soon enough, the slightly chilly liquid, does not really feel that bad, against the skin warm, as long as staying below the surface, mostly anyway, except maybe the head!
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