Cross the frozen stream to get to the other side

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“The weather had finally turned from the dreary damp darkness of the fall to the long over due and now perfect crisp frozen calm of the winter’s balm” Gun Roswell

Cross the frozen stream to get to the other side

The day emerging from beyond the moon and the stars, not quite the warm and expected as the day before, rather the cold and calm and frozen air, beating the face now in despair as as soon as door to the outside is opened, but that is no reason to stop hoping, that despite the snippy feel of the outdoors, something nice and gorgeous waits there to be explored, out there in the snow filled forest.

But, the first step to conquer before getting too the actual price, and to the something wonderful and nice, is to cross the river wide, which was only yesterday flowing wild with pride. But a nice surprise waited the traveller when reaching the site, as the flowing waters no longer taunting and snide, as all of it was now frozen to a solid surface, the wonders of this season and from Mother Nature, not a hater of any wanderer ready to make their way to the wintery scene, to admire the newly made formations of snow and ice, the sculpture like features and other kinds of creatures now roaming about the winter’s palace just beyond the frozen stream, for the travellers daring at reach. 

Moments that I wish to freeze

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“There are those few times, I wish I could freeze, and permanently in a safety box keep“
Gun Roswell

Moments that I wish to freeze

There are those times, that I wish to totally forget, to erase completely, never up to let them surface again from the depths of my mind. Even if the tape of my life, sometimes, wants back to the beginning rewind.

But then, a few special moments containing small gems, appear, without any warning, fracturing the tough veneer, but without scaring the tough exterior of a shield. Only leaving fluff and fondness in its wake, simply for the sake, of spreading good feelings and memories, frozen in space and time, for me to find, when the world around, gets too unkind.

Frozen, solid, and preserved over the winter

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“Think of it, as some sort of cryogenic freezing, and that it will wake up, in Spring” Gun Roswell

Frozen, solid, and preserved over the winter

The process so untechnical, involving only the elements natural, the freezing process quite solid in use by nature. And now, the just recently fully blooming plant, was frozen solid where it stands.It is almost as if being preserved for the more warmer, gentler season, hopefully soon, on the rising.

The crystallised form, standing solid and strong even now, glittering in the light of the wintry sun with a strong glow. But be careful, don’t get too close and not to touch it, as it might break, and that would a huge mistake. So, be gentle, and only admire from a far, like the above shinning stars, as that which nature has put in a suspended state, will only come to life again, for those who care to wait.

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.

Cross over the frozen creek

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“Playing hopscotch around the frozen creek? That is, if you fun games for the winter seek!” Gun Roswell

Cross over the frozen creek

The now solid frozen waters off the creek, once too deep to cross over, now proving to be a work of sustaining any kind of leap, faith or even a footfall placed on the very ice, once flowing freely. The watery way, which could easily have lead you to stray, now reminiscent of solid ground, rare, surely, to be found. But, nevertheless, there, the ice rests, at least while the winter lasts with subzero temperatures to pass and during this time, the crossing is made so easy, that even making pie would not top it, so whatever or whichever way you want to do, hopscotch or simple jump, to the other side.

Across the snowy bridge

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“The winter time can be quite magical, if you let it be” Gun Roswell

Across the snowy bridge

Not quite frozen but not really flowing either, the slow flowing creek now, in the middle of the winter. As the snow covering it, could be just a trick, tempting to step on it, even if none too safe at that. But, thinking of it really carefully and acting accordingly, maybe a safe passage across the Schrödingers’ bridge dilemma of a watery way, could be solved in a fashion without missing the play. A large tree, just up the creek, might just be the answer to that which you seek, as a tall branch once, now laid on the ground, acting like a makeshift bridge, as if it was simply made for exactly this. Snowy and slippery it was, but crossing it, would be a blast, an adventure in the middle of the winter, although, maybe with a few splinters. And that was the magical thing of it all, as you never really could be sure as to what to expect, so better always to be, watching that next step before leap.

Flash Freeze

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“I found this, in the morning, frozen” Gun Roswell

Flash Freeze

The rain came yesterday, with a loud ring
Drenched in its path, nature and everything
But that was nothing compared to what happened next
As the night fell, things got really fast and rather perplexed
In one single moment, the temperature dropped
Before anyone could react or stay on top
In a blink of an eye, at least someone did spy
Everything left out there, in the open wide
Got a touch of the “flash freeze” frozen solid in time

Frozen One

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“Frozen in time” Gun Roswell

Frozen One

Solid like a rock, frozen from bottom to top
Icy, cannot slice it, no matter which way you dice it
Petrified for ever, a work of art quite clever
Made in Winter, by Mother Nature, a new creature, of its kind

Decorating the snowy white field
With its transparent cold shield
Nothing can defeat it, beat it
It will remain there until the very end…
… after the rest of us are already spent

Simply… Snow (five)

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“All Heaven and Earth
Flowered white obliterate…
Snow…unceasing snow”
― Bashō Matsuo

Simply… Snow

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Simply… Snow (three)

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“Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”
― Mary Oliver

Simply… Snow

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