Snow fall in the forrest

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“Crispy and white, is the fluffy stuff, having fallen onto the tree branches at night” Gun Roswell

Snow fall in the forrest

The  whole night before, had something special for the wanderer in store, with the powdery stuff now covering all, even the tree branch, hanging there softly by the edges, only to be taken off with a slight shake.

The transparent flakes, piling onto the others, not really knowing where one ended, but still it all looked so splendid, the softness hovering and covering it all, trees, bushes and fields and all.

It was a miracle done by nature, turning the grey and dull overnight into a picture perfect fairy tale like image, something reminiscent of a picture from a book, and so with a single look, trying to memories it all into the deep recess of the mind, to conjure up during a hot night of summer warm.

Blue Moment has descended into the Winter’s Forest

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“The silence of the wintery forest is palpable, as the cold settles in and nothing really wants to move or sing“ Gun Roswell

Blue Moment has descended into the Winter’s Forest

The day was slowly but surely ending as the supposed sunshine was now setting, deep into the horizon, only to be rising again, the next day, perhaps as is the promise of this endless cycle of the dance of the sun and the moon and the stars. But in its way it left a deep blue colour without regrets of any kind, for the sun setting but with a kind of a smile to give all those who were believing in her return, even if sometimes there were doubts of that shiny ball of a light to never emerge again. But mostly there was a trust so inherit, that the sun would rise and that was enough to put a smile on the dwellers eyes, and so the calming of the blue moment, set deep in the forest on this winter’s day, was enough to convince them all, there would be another sunny day, if not tomorrow, or the day after, then at least, soon enough, as life was totally rough, in the cold darkness of the winter’s forest.

Forest views in snow vision

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“The fresh snow had just fallen, early before the morning, filling the view with it all and leaving us in awe“ Gun Roswell

Forest views in snow vision

The fresh snow fallen from the heavens during the darkened night, only to be illuminated once the winter’s sun was up, none too early as it was only there for a few hours a day, just to assure it was still there. But what was revealed just there was the glittering and glimmering of the tree tops, as the sunny rays stopped there for a moment, while rising from their beds. The beauty of the scene reminiscent of an old school postcard someone had poured a hefty doze of glitter on there, simply to make it shine and today, nature had done exactly the same. Pouring the glittery essence to the snowy fields alongside the frozen waters in the creeks and even on the trees themselves, it was an absolutely breathtaking moment, frozen, literally, in time, and gazing at it for several long moments was giving the feel of everything being alright, at list for this moment, until something else happened and it was all changed. But until then, the viewer keeps on gawking at the pretty picture in front of them, and who can them blame?

Peekaboo, through the wintery view

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“There is snow on the ground again, a lot of it!” Gun Roswell

Peekaboo, through the wintery view

A forestry type setting
As the son slowly letting
The change of something
Quite new and alluring
White and crispy clean
Still untouched not seen
The view from behind
The trees to a divine
Setting from a fairytale
Which is not for sale
And lasting only for a while
And then it’s gone with a cry
But even if you manage somehow
To capture the image right no
You can see much more
Than any picture has in store
A moment of perfection
Fleeting by to a direction
New and most likely fine

Shadows of winter

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“Spring time is here, but there is still so much snow on the ground“ Gun Roswell

Shadows of winter

The spring clearing the last remnants of a murky winter from all our minds. Granted, it is a good feeling after such a long and unkind time. The snow, the cold, the shivering freezing feeling, it would never be over, almost admitting defeat, while hanging on to that cold shoulder, of the winter jacket once thought too thick, but in the end, turned out to be the lifesaver after all. Someone said this was what we Northerners were supposed to be used to, but I pegged to differ as I could never ever in a million years of living, be the one of loving, the harshness of the white killer of spirit, someone might call a writer wonderland. But now, the shadows are slowly lifted, as the spirits are rising higher, each day, the longer the light remains, the more confident I am becoming, that this, is finally over and that life, spring, summer, has won!

The warm light of the candle or a roll in the cold snow

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“I can take you in warm or I can take you in cold” Din Djarin

The warm light of the candle or a roll in the cold snow

The candle light flickered, softly in the darkening evening, warming, if you dared to touch it with your finger. Carefully so not to disturb the flame burning the small wick, a gentle touch with my finger tip, just to rid of the numbness of the extremity sore and blue, soon enough, turning into a reddish hue. Warmth spreading throughout the frozen body, feeling alive again after the coldness of the wintry distress, never again, thinking of fire any less.

As earlier the foolish endeavour outside to venture, the fresh cool white powdery stuff from the opened up skies fell down, pouring not tricking, but no pain inflicting. Soft and inviting it looked from the comfortable stance of the window sill, alas, when spending time outside, playing like a kid, clothes soaked through from rolling around in the wet and cold snow, soon the voices of cheer got awfully low. Coughing and sneezing, breath, wheezing. Arms, legs, even the fatty butt, starting to get numb. The only option, was stop all the fun, and run inside, or at least crawl, as there was no getting up from the fall.

So, now, remaining inside, while others might go wild, of the changed environment, so fresh and crispy and inviting. But, knowing better than to dare again, venture out here, where freezing is the possibility, no, the inevitability, rather staying here, by the hypnotising warm and soothing fire without dire.

It’s cold outside

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“It’s freezing weather, ice the only tether for my poor bike” Gun Roswell

It’s cold outside

When the weather outside is cold and frightening
And you start to wish for thunder and lightning
That one perfect summer’s storm to make it’s way
In to this white and blue ice hole we now in stay

Even the poor bike is frozen solid to the ground
I was so lucky, to even have it found
Under all the pounds of heavy piles of snow
So now, all I need, is a big shovel to plow

But after some heavy lifting outside
I finally got out my one and only ride
And ventured to the streets paved with white
Which was an adventure, but not without a smile

The winter may be harsh, unforgiving and cold
But once you get inside, with something very warm
Looking out the window, the view filled with so much charm
This scenery is worth, more than a pile of gold

Iceberg

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“It sunk at least the Titanic!” Gun Roswell

Iceberg 

I drove my boat fast
Colliding, hard, with a block of ice
Sinking, fast, that is that!

Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer (Repost for TBT)

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Posted in the Throwback Thursday weekly series
Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!

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“At least there is no snow on the ground” Gun Roswell

Welcome To Finland’s Midsummer

Not creature stirred
Not even a mouse
Vision getting blurred
Or just an illusion
If you come to the conclusion
And dare to leave the house
Heed this warning
The rain come a down pouring
Soon you will be scorning
The streets empty and deserted
The barbeque outside forgotten and defeated
Shivering in ten plus degrees
Wishing you had paid the fees
Of a nice vacation abroad
But your plan was flawed
Planning on spending
The day never ending
At home in stead
Spending the Finnish carnival
An event most formidable
Even though holier than thou
Or the proverbial sacred cow
That was all but a dream
You hear yourself scream
If you’d only been so lucky
But now feeling yucky
Your midsummer
What a bummer
Surely a nightmare to remember

So what really happened:

juhannus-truth

So, How’s the Weather Today?

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“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather” John Ruskin

So, How’s the Weather Today?

Best topic ever invented in all of human history. If all else fails, it is, still, the best topic to fall back on. Beats the hell out of awkward silence in any company. It is also a well known cure for writers with blocks on their desks, meaning if you have nothing else to write about: Apropos, write about the weather! So I do and here it is.

Today it was cold and windy. Unusually so even for our northern climate, feeling like minus degrees on the skin. And before you ask; yes, we do get summers up here and no, there are no polar bears roaming the streets, nor penguins guiding the traffic either. And so far we have had luck on our side: No snow on the ground!

But, since it is July and supposedly summer, we do like to take our coffee breaks outside in the “warm sunny” weather. And today was no different.

Like every good Finn dressed for July weather: in sandals, shorts and sleeveless tops, ready to face the “warming sun shine”, no matter what may come. On our way down to the regular spot, coffee cups in hand, eagerly awaiting for the warming sun to hit our faces. How wrong were we!

The freezing north wind was gracing our exposed skins. Shivering and holding on the quickly freezing hot beverage while trying to make nice small talk. Mostly about the weather, of course. Lips turning blue, but still sitting there, enjoying the nature, outside, in the summer time. Finally after fifteen minutes of “enjoyment”, fantasizing and trying to hold on to the illusion of nice summer weather, we finally gave in. Mostly due to the fact that our fingers were growing numb and the coffee already cold, but drunk (never waste coffee!), did nothing to warm us.

Going inside, fresh from the light summer breeze, telling everyone else who remained behind, how invigorating the experience had been and recommending the others to try it as well. After all, it is not nice to not share great experiences with others, now is it?

While standing by the coffee machine, awaiting my turn for an actual hot cup of coffee, I struck a conversation with a fellow work mate. What did we talk about? Well the weather of course 😉
Lesson learnt: Enjoy the summer! It may be cold or warm, but it’s still summer!

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