Reaching for the mighty sun

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“Everyone and everything wants their moment in the shining sun. Why? Well, to get a nice tan, right?!“ Gun Roswell

Reaching for the mighty sun

All of us, small and tall, want something so totally great, sometimes, and then we don’t hesitate, when the sun’s first rays, hit the planes, we get the urge for them to quickly reach and then run towards the nearest sandy beach.

But if a beach is out of reach, then simply make your way out to the yard and pick a place smart, like close to the shade because once you caught the sun, it won’t that easily fade. But if the yard, is never close by, then try the balcony or some similar setting.

Sit down, try to enjoy the moment despite what is around, maybe the discarded plants from the summers before or other kinds of chores you have tried to ignore. But concentrate on those rays, which have come out to play, finding you, never mind where you are hiding that face which beckons to get some sunny rays.

Ok, so it might happen, that you cannot the outdoors reach in time when the sun shines. Well, instead of feeling unfortunate, maybe simple pick up a sun tanning lamp. Used safely, it can give you some of the same effects that mighty powerful glowing ball outside did. Or not, never mind, stay inside. It’s raining anyway.

Two cherries on top

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“Two is better than one, right? I mean as far as the consumables go? Berries of red, you know? Cherries? Tow of them? Anyone?” Gun Roswell

Two cherries on top

Feeling hungry again? In desperate need of some tasty treats?
Perhaps for some of that sweet, sweet nutrition to fill that lurking greed?
Then maybe there is something to offer to what you totally seek?
Right up there, in that very place of such lush greens and some even red tree?
Can you really not see? Up there right at your short arms reach?
It’s all paid for by Mother Nature, you know, so it’s absolutely and totally free!

So now, what you need to do, is just take it as it is:
Make the effort and pick out few, even more of the juicy ones to chew or a few more
Because these are the kinds of berries you cannot find in any kind of store
Then, pick that perfect place, preferably in some quite corner in the shade
Lift up your now tired feet to a position which looks and feels quite neat
Then pick up a cherry, one at the time, as you want them to last for a while
And once you are filled with all them goodies, you can enjoy life and maybe even smile

Transformation

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“Transforming from a yellow flower to a fluffy sphere, in an instant, without any fear” Gun Roswell 

Transformation

The sleeping bud of the flower sprout out to a blooming marvel, to be admired by most but envied by some, as the nature had sprung all that beauty into a single one. A perfect stem of a figure with the tresses of magnificent yellowish gold hue, surely had to be the finest of the selected few! The ohs and ahs hardly ever seizing as the crowds this gorgeous being could not stop pleasing.

Imagine the surprise, when after a while, must have been sunrise, the yellow halo was almost gone and its place a dull, colourless and unappealing shadow of a thing, hardly worth twice looking. Dangling in the surrounding winds, trying to stay a float, but the golden hue of a coat, now totally stripped and what remained, was quite doomed and soon to fade. 

But the dying vain of a thing had something very special hidden; the seeds of new budding life as this was only another stage in the life of this creation, despite the appearances of dull and dreary, the insides contained the beautiful sprouts soon to be out and once in bloom again, admired by many.

Sprout

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“The buds are changing into something completely different, like flowers and other wild things!” Gun Roswell

Sprout

What on Earth was all the ruckus about, just outside my very own window. It was like someone had stopped there to shout out loud, but why? Was the ground filled with snow? It as spring time and weather was simply fine as it was, so why all the fuss?

After all, it was that time of the year, when the ice had melted away and even the tiniest cracks on the ground, housed a bud or few way past their curfew and were ready at any moment to sprout. But that wasn’t any kind of reason to get too exited as this was part of the cycle of life.

I looked out and realised the shout, wasn’t coming from the outside, but from deep within myself as I had simply realised some things, unconsciously naturally. It was the day of June and all the hay, the flowers, had so totally conquered the world outside and without a doubt, I had now come to the conclusion, it was summer once again and out I too did sprout, just like those buds sleeping only yesterday.

Fields of summer

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“The summer is near, I can feel it in the air, and smell too!” Gun Roswell

Fields of summer

The spring came quite late as it seemed to hesitate, whether to arrive at all, or simply skip it over and move straight to fall. Alas, without warning, the temperatures jumped from practically zero to scorching. Or at least, that is how it felt for the unpractised Northerner, but soon enough, getting used to the tough change from zero to warm was upon and then, getting outside for the summery fun, with games and gardening, waiting to be done. The flowers in full bloom as the greeneries of the waste fields were grown fast and even the trees got their deserved lush cover as the leaves popped out from the tiny nubs, laying dormant for most part of the year. But not today as it was finally good enough to sprout out and give the humans their yearly show of the scenic greens across the fields and all over. Summer had finally arrived and that was worth a huge big smile.

Paradise in the colour of Blue

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“It looks like the picture-perfect version of a paradise, except it’s all in the colour of blue, but hey, that is simply my chosen hue” Gun Roswell

Paradise in the colour of Blue

What is the most sought-after place, either here on Earth or then somewhere else, even around in the galaxy, where all of us so hard try to find, that one perfect spot, where it all supposedly did start for our kind? The life, us, the animals, all the other beings including the aliens out there, which I know to exit, all the surroundings, even if the scientists might state, it was a some kind of a big bang of a thing, which created it all, like throwing in a ball, that split to a million pieces, leaving, all that you now see, behind?

Well, you may know it called simply, as Eden or some other cute name, now stalled, in some temporary time dilation field like this was a scene, straight out of some fantasy flick. But, it’s still there, in whatever shape or form, and, if you keep on looking hard enough and long enough, that one special spot, can be yours, no matter where or even when nor what colour it might exist in, you will know what it is, when you finally with your own eyes it witness, Paradise.

Winter morning in the snow

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“Oh winter, you are such a b… Ah, just forget about it, I’ll just deal with it!” Gun Roswell

Winter morning in the snow

It had been quite the night, the freezing weather and the howling winds alike. Not one single moment of sleep, only a nightmarish slumber non too deep. All of this causing fowl mood and slight headache in the early morning hours, and nothing not even the darkest of coffee, was enough to lift the spirits up.

But as I looked out the window, I could see, lots and lots of snow. Gone, was the dull and grey and even if this meant I had to at the handle of a shovel for sometime to slay, to dig out a path from the house. Then it was all good as the crisp clean planes of the snow covered grounds, were now sparkling as the sun had come out.

Even if I openly despise winter as a whole, there is nothing more gorgeous than a clean world outside the widow after a night of storm. As it just might be enough to make even the most cold hearted hater of this, unforgiving yet quite necessary season, quite whole.

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.

Snowy Branches

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“Snow fell, upon a branch for a spell, until such time, when it’s warm again” Gun Roswell

Snowy Branches

Fresh snow fell, on the branches of the trees in the forest. But there was no one to see that, so was it then really real or not? Maybe there was snow there, maybe not, but the scenery, imaginary or perhaps, someone manage to snap that much coveted picture even. Even if it was all just fake, then that is fine, as in my very own mind, I am enjoying the cold wintry scene, from a forest, filled with trees, covered, in snow, freshly poured down snow, thinking of taking a stroll there, and enjoy my time in the fresh cold weather, until it’s time to change to something else completely.

Snow covered forest, for a moment

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“It is that time of the season, when the snow, finally settles down, covering all, without an excuse or any reason“ Gun Roswell

Snow covered forest, for a moment

Threading on the narrow path, of freshly covered white flakes binding the surface together, just like ice on the lake. The only sounds heard, are those of the soft echoes, of my own footfalls, as I gently step so not to disturb the cover of this, elegant white powder, now lain across all of the land, which only yesterday, looked so bland. With all the grey covering most of it and faded greens on the forgotten lawns, was the only colour, or non colour, all over to be seen. But not today, no, today, it all looks so new, so fresh, so elegant, like someone cooked a white sustenance stew, just last night, for a late dinner, maybe, and now, for me and maybe others to enjoy, the freshness, the coolness, the crisp, all over. On my skin, on my pale face, even, in my nose and on my lips, as the flakes, from the heavens above, slowly still fall, and I can feel it all. The calming of this moment, where all the world is covered in one unifying and protecting soft and fluffy blanket. Well, at least, up here, in the North hemisphere, where we, the so called tall Northerners dwell, and at this time of the year, live in fear, of the darkened season. But today, that one single reason, is gone and, as the snow has finally landed, making us, mostly hunched up people, to stand once again, tall. As this is the season, after the Fall, we have waited for, patiently, laying low, not smiling, not talking, not even, each other stalking. Only, winter time, with the snow, gives us, the essence we need to survive, until such time, that the sunshine, once again peeks through the wintry blinds, as it does its way up here, to the very North, find.