“The mountains are hard to conquer, at least from the point of few of a small bipedal being such as myself” Gun Roswell
Mountainside
The mountain too tall to climb alone, but I will try nevertheless, without too much in gear as I must confess, I have something to prove for myself.
Bare hands clutching to whatever there is to take a hold off, hauling up the rest of the body, at least until I can get a foothold of something solid.
So, keeping on the upward climb, only waiting for whatever there is up there I can find, as it is hopefully so much better than that of the below, getting high up, is the best right?
At least, that is what I am hoping, while getting ever more higher off the ground, as the rumours spoken down below, of something blissful and better, and so, here I go, looking for that treasure, even if it simply is to find, some peace of mind.
“The clouds are gathering in the skies, but that is not always a bad thing“ Gun Roswell
Cloudy and calm for the right reasons
The clouds might bring storm and rain, sometimes to the point of pain, but sometimes, they are good for cover too, shading from the extensive sunshine, when all you want to do is to quit the eternal smiling and be in a mood of grey, and having those clouds up there is a good as reason as any, to become a moody and broody someone with chips on their shoulders and doing lots of complaining, because nobody is able to act like a little miss sunshine for ever, as there just has to be a lever to be able to pull down.
So, bring on them clouds, in the cool and calming grey colours do us shroud, as often times, we need a little darkness, a little dampness and a little neutral hues in our lives. Because all the brightness of all the incoming messages from around the world getting totally smaller, the continued race of becoming shinier, newer and better, well, it’s all fine for a short while, but the constant running and being on the edge, will eventually lead to the ledge, and wanting to jump? Well, too much smiling might just cause that to happen to pause your life for a moment and look up, the clouds are here, to… cheer you up?
“Where there is an ocean blue, there is always some blues to be heard on the waves so cool“ Gun Roswell
Blue on the ocean and the mountain top
The ocean vast, meant to last, past the earthly grounds, but sometimes, when the only thing you think you can see are the blues going on forever, and then, something totally unexpected pops up right there in the middle of it all.
There is something to be said, about this, very tall and statuesque, also blue in colour, or so it seems, as it sticks out from the calming waves, from the oceanic steams creating an illusion of a protective shroud, looking totally esteemed.
A mountain so tall, that if you were to climb up on it, well, you might be in for a scary fall, unless you are totally prepared for the adventure ahead, but once you get right there on the top, the world below endless and will never stop.
But, if you are one of the mere mortals, who cannot reach all them fancy portals, then staying on the beach the option, of watching the views and the cool and calming blue hues, the watery waves and then, the mountain from the distance.
“There is just something about blue, simply so stunning and I just keep on watching the view” Gun Roswell
Blue on the Mountain top
Staring into the scene of magnificence most likely something I have never seen before at least, but I feast on the view, resurrecting from the sea and it matches so totally the feel of myself at the moment, the cool blue hues, not a bad feeling at all, calming in a sense and making time stall. I just hope that the sun up there in the bluest of skies won’t fall as it seems to be quite hight above the mountain top very tall.
But as I keep watching, I am also reflecting back to the moment when I first saw this magnificent scene in front of me. And ever since that special time I have been in awe of this, well, divine, where the earth and the sky are aligned in perfect harmony staying perfectly still in the lazy hazy surrounded by nothing else, except all those of us gaping up in awe and feeling the blues of the universe, and even if I could turn the gear to reverse, I would not, as this moment is the perfect one of them all until tomorrow, when there is hopefully more.
“Trying to reach the top, might seem like an effort, but the reward awaiting there, no time to spare but to keep on going without a stop!“ Gun Roswell
High up on the Mountain Top
The top seemed, totally and utterly unreachable As I was standing there, below, fearing, the inevitable The climb, seemed so long, and time, was running out Because I should have already been there, to shout
“I am on the top of the world! See me twirl! Yes, I am that gurrrl, who got here in a wind of whirl!”
Alas, the previous efforts to haul myself up there and stay Had been, hm, shall we say, unsuccessful, in the best of ways I had tried, really hard, well, at least, some of the times But in honest truth, and I cannot deny, that procrastination was high And getting ever so high up there, close enough, to the stratosphere Had somehow always fallen into a very low priority, on any of the lists I had oh so carefully drafted for me, with tasks far from being a jest
So, the days went by, and despite of the promise to fly ever so high The time was never, ever on my side, at least, that was what I told myself (yes, a lie) But, finally, here I stand, with a rope thick, in my very own hands I host Trying to make up for all the time so completely wasted and now, also lost When figuring out all the excuses for not climbing towards the very top Gazing, glaring, staring, at the scary looking, feet shaking, hand breaking Yes, yes, I know, I know, that I am so many and too many excuses making So, here I go, towards the reward, one, step, two step, at the time…
“Hey! Guess I will be fine, after all! This mountain, doesn’t seem to be that tall!”
“When you photograph people in color you photograph their clothes. When you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their soul!” Ted Grant
Day 5
High up On the mountain top The basic instincts Are kicking in:
Clouds filled, with life giving water Arrived into the valley, with a fog like holler Do not worry about survival anymore Looks like the weather gods, Rewarded us with a big score
Rantings Of A Third Kind 