“There is something about history, the architecture specifically, that leaves this spectator, in total and utter awe” Gun Roswell
Monumentally Templed
The history of all us, still standing tall, in the form, of refurbished temples, after a long while, simply being a pile of rubble. But now, they are built from the base to the top, preserving the architecture and a place of leisure and for some, a place to worship the deities of the past, who had lasted, the testament of time, well, at least, in some of our minds. The great gods of the Olympus, once powerful and mighty, now only a legend for the time being. Who will know, what will happen, when all the temples are once again resurrected, maybe the worshippers will return as will the many gods, but hey, we all know the future is a blur, so let’s just enjoy the nice looking houses for a while, with a huge big smile all the while, predicting of the times to come and whether our current structures will stand and survive the passing times.
“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!
“Take a load off, on the nearest bench, it’s seat Sunday, after all” Gun Roswell
A seat on a bench on Sunday afternoon
It’s close to the time, when the weather will be just fine and taking a dive to the great divine, nature, or maybe, just the close by neighbourhood, as you should, enjoy this time, when everything starts to sprout out and kids are chanting quite loud. Yes, it is the spring which has gotten us all so very wild and that is all really fine. So, go, get out there, take a stroll, even a short one will take the load off, from all the indoor activities, which in these days are the main things we tend to do. But not today, not on this finest of Sunday, where the sun is shining and birds are chirping and yes, some of it might be irking just a wee, but you see, nature, the outside, that will make you smile. So, put your Sunday shoes on and take the leap, out the front door and go, go explore!
“No matter what they are made of, cats are cats to be adored“ Gun Roswell
Trinket Cats
They fill the shelves, the couches and even the bed. They may be soft and cuddly or made of breakable stuff, but they still have that fluff. You just want to look at them, until you want to pat them, play with them, at least if no one else is around watching you, yeah, but i know you do, because me, I do it to. It is the simple and best solution for those, who cannot for a reason or another, have a real life furry feline at the house, which in most cases is such a louse. But that is just the way the world goes. So, go on, collect, shelf and play with as many as you may, they’re all harmless fun, especially when life is on the side of stun.
“The beach of the last resort, now but a faded memory at this point“ Gun Roswell
Faded Memories of a Beach
A faded image of the beach, I used to visit, summers ago, when everything was a go. Hop on a train or plane or even an automobile, to get the feel, of fake freedom for a few weeks. Still, whatever the time allotted might have been, it was important to be seen, as enjoying the time off, even if it might have caused, some monetary blocks and maybe a few scoffs of where to finally go. Still, it was better than hanging around the house, that old louse, as chores from the year past had piled up, and sorting all that up was no fun at all. So, to stall, once again and completely ignore the mess left behind, taking off to new vistas out there, was only a fair reward for the work done over the months am I right? So, after all the dust had settled from the wrestles of which way the heading should be, off to the airport with a minimal baggage the whole kit and caboodle was seen to be.
The place selected finally visible through the small windows of the vessel heading towards the landing sight, but there might have been a slight plight, as the whole run way was the length of the back home street. But, luckily, the pilot did the deed great and then soon enough without much of hesitate, heading towards the final lodging, where the two weeks of fun and frolicking under the sun, had begun. Before any unpacking was done, the beach was the first on the list, naturally, as back home, we had never even heard of such a thing. Water, sand? What on earth was that? So, getting geared up, with some huff and puff, soon enough landing on the perfect spot, like so many others had done, but hey, there was plenty of room, so scoot, over there, close to the waters edge.
After some adjusting, with the pale skin and hot sun, the day was getting towards the fun and some. Each and every day, despite the lack of whole lot of other activities, except those found there on the beach, was spent with gusto as it was part of the must, after all this was the time off and nothing like this could be done back home. So, before anyone even realised, two weeks had passed and it was time to head home. Naturally, there were so many photos snapped during the stay, some of them clear throwaways, but alas, some gems remained. And those are the ones, each time during the lack of fun, here at home, are looks upon. Reminders of fond times, when we all managed to smile, at least, most of them time.
“In the middle of the small city, it can get quite giddy, not knowing where to go, and just wanting to talk it slow, then ride a tram!“ Gun Roswell
Ride a Tram along the Shopping Street
When travelling, you always want to see everything, at least the important sights, the monuments, bars and restaurants and if there is time, or then you simply make it, shopping for the local produce. But all these activities, are draining at best, even if you try to keep up with the rest, the fatigue sets in, at some point and not even the most strongest of coffees, will be able to keep you on your feet. So, before you want to hit those busy streets again, maybe, have a break and then, try some other mode of transport, rather than torturing those feet now sore. The answer is right there in front of you, as maybe you had made a not of those rails all over the place. Well, you are in luck and those are actually in use by the tram running on them. Do take a hint of my long drawn suggestion and take a ride on the bus on rails or tram without wheels and enjoy a less stress filled trip around the city, checking out all sights you might not otherwise have the time to see. Only, you will never need to leave your seat! How cool is that?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 