Rainbow city vibes

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Madrid, Spain

“The night time is great for a walkabout the town, especially when in a new place and wanting to explore it all” Gun Roswell

Rainbow city vibes

The city darkened for the night, and if it wasn’t for the many coloured lights, it might be quite the fright for the uninitiated traveller, to step outside into the great unknown open wide.

But if you think about it, and let the great explorer in you take flight, then you just might enjoy the nuances of it all, the new and the old and even blue with a great big smile.

Take the plunge, phaser set to for fun, as the tall streets inviting, with all the rainbow coloured lighting beckons the timid and the courageous for a walkabout, around town, giving up that permanent frown as the night is filled with exploration, in this stranger of a nation.

Up and down the streets to travel, snapping pix of all kinds of apparel, basically, whatever strange and new, even old, be bold and approach, not with caution, but with curiosity, and take it all in with a stride, let your heart sing, as this is new territory, for you at least, and then later on, there will be time for a feast. 

Madrid, Spain

Night lights

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“There is total comfort in the street lights when the darkness of the night descends“ Gun Roswell 

Night lights

The rain had been pouring for a long while, but for now it was finally calming down, giving, a brief moment to enjoy the evening time. The crisp and fresh feeling weather despite the overall darkness holding on like a tight tether to the weary walker outside in the complete darkness with only the street lights to on rely. For the very moment, that was simply fine, as there was enough of the brightly lit street lights to guide the solemn traveler of the night.

The reflections and the shadows on the puddles left behind of the storm now gone at least for now. Nobody else about the darkened alleyways, not even a dog walker would have dared to step outside, not because of the scare of the ever changing weather, but only because they might spot someone else there, during these antisocial times and that experience would have been more scary, than anything else the dark night would throw their way. 

Alas, the one single dare devil, keeps on walking under the shadow casting night lights, the streets now empty, the traveller is free to roam wherever they have the willpower to try. A true night dweller if anyone, only this one, keeps their pace up with all the shining night lights, unafraid of anything they might encounter, not even a fellow member of this special club of walkers in the darkness of the night.

Nightly window view in Winter

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“The snow, makes all the difference, don’t you think” Gun Roswell

Nightly window view in Winter

It was once again that time of the season, when for some reason
The expectance of having some much needed snow on the ground
Even if the weather forecast predicted it was nowhere to be found
But those hopeful ones, who dared to wish and upon a star dish
Their deepest and most sacred desires, before they would expire
And so, as the night time once again, like every day, on time fell
Some of the fans of winter, remained seated, by the window sill
And all of a sudden, all their wishes were granted, to the very hilt
As the solemn flakes of frozen ice, across the chilly air, were spied
And where there was one, soon enough, more would definitely follow
Leaving the autumn, grey dull coloured ground anything but hollow
And in the early morning hours, gleeful the cheers of big and small
Were heard where ever anyone looked out of their windows small
The snow had finally landed, and the season just got a whole lot grander

3 am rain 

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“It’s 3am and I’m supposed to be sleeping” Gun Roswell 

3 am rain 

The noise got me out of a light slumber and I started to wonder the cause of it. As I got up an looked out my window sills were filled with large balls of hale, the kind which come down with frozen rain. Imagine my surprise, when I tried outside more to spy, but the total darkness blocked the views which anyway were a few. It was supposed to be the month of May, where the nights were short and light but clearly whomever was in charge of the weather forecast had lost the fight.

I watched the pouring rain for a moment longer before it got much stronger. But as sleep was finally catching up with me, I decided not to let a few rainy drops bother me and so, I fell asleep, after all it was three in the early morning and I was getting up in a few hours so what of a few showers, as I needed my beauty sleep before the dawning.

In the middle of a snow stormy night 

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“Standing in a snow storm in the middle of the night, even if the ground is so totally shiny white, there is no way to find a way home, tonight” Gun Roswell 

In the middle of a snow stormy night 

The snow all around me, it is all I can see, as even the familiar home street, looks so strange to me. Navigation all but gone, but I have to stay strong, so not to steer wrong, as all the bright whiteness around me, is causing havoc on my senses, and I feel helpless as I am not able to see ahead, even in this supposed brightness. The coldness seething through my clothing, despite the thermal folding, but to hope I am holding, trying to figure out away, to get back on track and be on my way, back home. But feelings of all alone, in the snowy dessert, I am getting less and less confident in my own abilities, and near by there are no facilities, to have a respite, while waiting for the bulk of it, to pass by. As he storm keeps on, I wander further away, fatigue coming on and then, I know the drain of the effort is too much and Roth that last thought, I stumble down to the ground. Tired, cold and shell shocked, I close my eyes and remain lying on the very place I dropped. It could not be stopped and as I freeze, close to death, seemingly nothing left, I see it, the sign, slightly buried, but mostly fine. The address I had been looking for, is under the snow stored and with my last strength I push up to full length and start walking again, towards the direction the sign states. With only the hope on my side, in the middle of the open white and wide, I know I can finally find my way back, home, even if it may take a while too long. Thinking as I move slowly, damn the storm, for I, am still, strong. 

Nightly window view

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“The snow, makes all the difference, don’t you think” Gun Roswell

Nightly window view

It was once again that time of the season, when for some reason
The expectance of having some much needed snow on the ground
Even if the weather forecast predicted it was nowhere to be found
But those hopeful ones, who dared to wish and upon a star dish
Their deepest and most sacred desires, before they would expire
And so, as the night time once again, like every day, on time fell
Some of the fans of winter, remained seated, by the window sill
And all of a sudden, all their wishes were granted, to the very hilt
As the solemn flakes of frozen ice, across the chilly air, were spied
And where there was one, soon enough, more would definitely follow
Leaving the autumn, grey dull coloured ground anything but hollow
And in the early morning hours, gleeful the cheers of big and small
Were heard where ever anyone looked out of their windows small
The snow had finally landed, and the season just got a whole lot grander

A Cold and Stormy Night

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“It was a dark and stormy night, at least, when you turned off, all the lights, and I guess, it was windy too, outside, as the title suggested it, right?“ Gun Roswell

A Cold and Stormy Night

The window view, as I was peeking through, in the darkness of the middle of the night
Most certainly, gave this, always up of a night owl type, quite the heart chilling fright
As the pouring, all soaking rain, was completely leaving, the window surface stained
But then again, it is just the ever changing weather, so who on earth, would complain?

And even if, some of the naturally occurring seasonal changes, sometimes, makes one sad
Especially, when the freezing cold air, is slowly seeping in, no matter how warmly you are clad
But hey, this is only one season out of many, with the types are plenty, or at least, we hope
There might be more of them, coming our way, because I just got myself, a new winter coat

Alas, whether the weather gods above, decide us to allow, some good stuff, more or less
Sunshine, rain, snow or yes, even wind, it will all be good, as long as we get all the variables
And maybe more, so, next time when I peep through the window, to the great wide, outside
I will enjoy the view, no matter what, as performed by Mother Nature, without too much of a whine

Vienna for WWW (two)

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“The use of traveling is to regulate imagination with reality, and instead of thinking of how things may be, see them as they are.” – Samuel Johnson

Vienna by Night

When on a walkabout
On the city’s streets at night
Drawn towards the castle lights
Shining ever so bright

The past has its resonance
In the architecture with elegance
You may even glimpse an eminence
Roaming around the residence

Let the feelings of lavish
Your daily routine vanish
And enjoy a sip from a chalice
In the Schönbrunn Palace

Midnight Bench

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“A place to crash on, when the night falls, what else is there to look forward for?” Gun Roswell


Dark Side of the Crescent Moon (TBT)

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Posted in the Throwback Thursday

You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars” Gary Allan

Dark Side of the Crescent Moon

In the darkness
Of the silent night
Staring into the blackness
With only guiding light
The crescent moon
Eyes fully tuned
Watching each step
So not to misstep
From the narrow road
With a stride slowed
The dark side tempting
But towards the light bending
Which side will win
And paint your skin
With its mark

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