“Life, death, life, things that nature, always come to mind, when sitting in absolute silence, by the seaside” Gun Roswell
Sitting by the seaside, pondering of life
Life is but a dream. Or so, it could quite easily seem. When seated at the soft and sandy beach. The calming blue waters gently flapping against the shores. Some would say the silence and the calm would be a bore. But for those of us waiting to simply ponder about all the wonders around. Well, noting could be farther from the truth. As both older people and some of the youth, need that special time, feeling fine. Simply, by sitting down and letting only the mind. Wander.
“The elements both natural and man made, as observed from the coolest of shades” Gun Roswell
Elements of the beach
The sandy shores, never a bore for the ever vigilant observer of nature, the elements found, simply by looking around, head turning all across the expanse of the beach, nothing ever out of reach, many an interesting elements to be found, just looking up and from the ground.
The water, always blue and inviting, the skies with a similar hue, fluffy cloud formations floating by, when the eyes look at the ever so highs.
When too much it gets, then the glance down let, observe the ground beneath found, the rock covering the dirt, but don’t get your feet hurt, wear flip flops when venturing to the shore, never a bore, with the waves crashing to the soft sand, just feel it with your hand.
The pier man made, concrete or wooden, it’s all the same, the construct pushing ever outward to the high seas, walk down there and the even you can see, out there over the great sea.
“Under the shade giving parasol, situated on a beach, is, where I totally like to sit” Gun Roswell
The Shade and the Beach
On a lazy day in the middle of the hazy season I cannot find any one simple and totally good reason For staying away from the tempting summer’s beach Even if, someone, just might call me, a royal leach
As I am headed towards that sandy haven I listen to the other people and their constant craving Of taking some desperately needed and deserved, time off But I filter it all out, because I’ve decided, to differ from the lot
Reaching the designated place, with my trusted parasol I stay Under it because the sunlight might be burning fate Seated comfortably with enough food and drinks And some good reading my teeth into I can sink
I am finally out and totally day off kind of proud To be resting on the soft sandy beach without noises loud My mobile phone turned off and I am officially out of reach Because today is that kind of a day at the beach
Under the shade, of course The shade on this great beach
“The sand warm, on a lazy day under the sun strong” Gun Roswell
Beach life on a lazy day
Sunny day on a beach somewhere, without one single worry or a care, feeling lazy and unmoving, but that’s fine, as I wasn’t trying to be fooling anyone or myself, as this day was already promised for the hazy kind of doing without fooling around on this neat place found.
Not working, not thinking, not giving a moment more to anything else, except to looking and listening to the calming waves, hitting gently the sandy seashore, and watching them for long, was never a bore, and definitely no chore at all, only pleasure nonstop as being off the slaving clock for once.
So, spending all day long, even possibly until the very early hours of the next dawn, on this beach of lore, dancing and singing songs, in praise of the time of summer, where the weather is so much warmer that clothing is optional, and none too controversial if wanting to be totally naked.
Or then putting on a string of cloth reminiscent of a cover of sorts, whatever was the best choice as nobody was judging, not today, on the sandy beach, totally out of reach for most, but not those daring adventurers who had found the hidden place and now spending their lazy days, under the shining sun.
“Under the shining sun, beside the blue seas, my parasol and I, sleep” Gun Roswell
Blue and the Parasol
The sun”s shine beckoned with its shiny warmth To come and lay down on the sand covered sea shore Where the ever changing blues are the colours of all And time itself has come to a complete and utter halt
When stepping into the bare and fine stand for the first time I cannot help but to be amazed of the beauty and then crack a smile Feeling so tiny in this place open and totally wide As even the critters beside me are so completely kind
Side by side, me and natural inhabitants coexist As the calming effect of the sea and the skies me enlist The other side of the world no longer matters or exist As me and my parasol have laid a claim this spot of pure bliss
From sunrise to sunset , myself I let This gorgeous natural resort leave me with an effect Of calm, unhurried, never too worried kind of specs Who knows, I may stay here until the time of my final rest