“It’s hidden, it’s a secret, but, look carefully and you will find it… the secret path.” Gun Roswell
Find the secret path way
Through this world of grey
Where ever it may lay
All you need to do, is play
It may have been hidden
In plain sight
But if the bug, had already bitten
The adventure, already taken flight
With a backpack packed
Nothing will you lack
Make the coloured brick road
Your only goal
“The way home is not difficult to find” Gun Roswell
The Way Home
Follow, the lights
Shining, so bright
High above the ground
In a solitary window
Your way back home
Now, easier to find
“The road ahead might be long, but taking the first step towards the goal is a start.“ Gun Roswell
The Long Road Ahead
The journey to be taken, sometimes alone, often times in company of others, might seem long. Especially when starting on it very young. But as the time passes, the small steps towards the goal ahead, seem less and less far away.
Then again, some days, no matter how long the travel milages has you taken, the goal seems so far away, with the time running out and there still being so much of the stretch of it to catch along. Then what can you do?
Well, your very best, perhaps with the existing style steps or changing a pace to reach that end goal while others are cheering you to move on.
“There is nothing to it. Simply squeeze yourself into the pit, and there, is your escape!“ Gun Roswell
Narrow escape
The tunnel quite dark, but it was totally smart, using this very path, as in the day light, nothing was possible, certainly, not running away, simply the very thought implausible.
But the night time was upon, and finding the perfect hole, to dig through, even if it would be a narrow escape, by all accounts, the fit just about perfect, at least I think it is.
Crawling inside, there is really nothing to smile about, only holding my breath, while pushing through, the seemingly ending corridor, but at the end the door, is waiting, because today, I am finally escaping!
“The many arches on the way, gently swaying in the mid day sun, during the walk to the very end” Gun Roswell
Arch all the way to the end
The long hallways, the ceiling arched, kind of smart if you think about it, the builders making it all so interesting, as those bricks laid long time ago, still remain in pristine and exact conditions as then, as in the before.
Taking a long stroll, walking slowly, without any kind of hurry, admiring the craftsmanship of it all, the very tall, pillars still standing there, absolutely bold, against time and us, small fleshy beings seeking for shelter, under the roof arching.
“The nightly road ahead, can be scary, when walking alone, no matter how up and grown one might be, but luckily, the snow and the lights carefully placed along, it is a much easier task to make the way home” Gun Roswell
The lit path ahead
The dark and long night, had a scary quality and not just the sight, of the long road ahead, to be walked in complete darkness as not even the moon was out this night. But as they weary traveller looked ahead, the path set up front was seemingly clear, not what the traveller had expected at all, rather now, getting more and more bold in getting on that trip, as the snow had fallen only moments ago, leaving a soft and glimmering trail to be followed, and to top the end of the formerly felt horrors on embarking on this path, the lights were now on, shining so brightly, it was almost like the darkness had rescinded and it felt more safe, almost like walking in broad daylight. So, without any further hesitation, the traveller got a new sense of self and with a deep breath and a resolve, started on the lit path, as it had been foretold.
“The snow always falls when you are not looking, at least it seems that way, especially when you standing there waiting with a shovel!” Gun Roswell
Frozen in time
The snow, does not wait for anyone, rather falls where it may, especially when the weather is too cold for rain or sleet so, without the heat, all of it, landing wherever it may, will freeze, thus laying a protective cover, all over the place. And if you are lucky enough to get a sunny day in your zone, then those frozen particles of snow, will most certainly get to shine and glow in the warm but cold sun shine all day, or rather short day long up in the North.
So, whether you are a fan of the winter, the cold and harsh environment, where all is frozen and covered with snow, then this season will most likely be treating you with all kinds of nice. But if you are a total hater of the cold and cannot stand to even look outside, well, maybe just take one small peak, because no matter hater of lover, this snowy treat of a cover, where the whole place looks like it is frozen in time, will certainly give you a small smile.
“There is something out there, outside the window. It was uncovered this morning, and as the fresh footfalls clearly indicate, them being left there in the crisp snow“ Gun Roswell
Fresh tracks on the white blanket
The early morning sun shine, which as per its usual was shining rather bright despite the time of the year with only so many hours to spare. Revealing though, in its wake, several interesting looking tracks clearly during the night having been made. Those fresh ones now visible from the upper window view, as the snow had covered most of the ground and hiding everything else, except those marks made a few. They looked like someone had made it out there, either in the darkness of the night or then in the early morning light, skiing across the earlier asphalted streets, but now accessible by other means. But no matter if it was a human with those wooden boards, making their way to work or perhaps just for leisure strolling the hood, or something more exotic was on the loose, like an animal with really large hoofs. Still, without proof, as to whom it had been, it was much more of a guess work now, a mystery of sorts, waiting itself to be revealed.
“The path might be long and totally snowy (shit), but at least there are streets lights on it!“ Gun Roswell
A wintery path to follow
The roads ahead long and narrow, the gut feeling inside even hallow, but threading on, singing a melancholy song, is the option for this dark and dreary night, where nothing shines, not even the newly paved asphalt was a spirit lifting theme and so it seems, that night walk was going to be a solemn and lonely on to do.
Then something happens, a flicker of something light, a flake falls, onto the nose and landing on the ground. Soon enough, the air is filled with swinging and dancing snow flakes covering all of the land in an almost instant, the blanket there, creating the illusion of something illuminated and the steps, despite the snow now all over, were somehow lighter too.
The path might have seemed long and dreary, but now, with the winter’s touch so dearie, it was much easier to take and soon enough, the lights of home were visible in the distance, the walk brisk and rejuvenating, in the middle of the darkest night, all thanks to the snowy winter’s light.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
