Cloudy with a chance of rain

“There are usually clouds in the skies, at least if you venture high enough, whether they are bringing in storms of not, remains to be seen” Gun Roswell

Cloudy with a chance of rain

The cloudy skies, are not always indicators of bad or sad weather or otherwise, rather sometimes, a respite from the overwhelming warmth of it all, bringing in the cool and calming winds without the dampness of fall.

But even with a trickle of rain in the mix, should bring in some freshness, to the stuffy and stale air of the hottest of summer, and only after the rain, can you enjoy the sun’s shine without it being such a total bummer.

Poolside, so divine

“Digging up some of the old stuff, mainly pictures from the travels past, as you all now know, that all, is kinda in the past, the travelling part that is, because of, well you know… but one can dream, right?“ Gun Roswell

Poolside, so divine

The cool and blue, and that is the truth as the sun is scorching, so the best place for loitering, really is, inside the cool waters. Digging in there, never coming up, except for a huff and puff, and right back in, diving. Pretending to swim, but really, what I am doing, is letting my old tired body, sink into the balm of that which is, the calming blue water.

Ships Ahoy!!!

“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell

Ships Ahoy!!!

The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.

As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.

Along the long pier

“Being by the side of water, any body of water, makes the ol’ sailor inside of this body all nostalgic and all” Gun Roswell

Along the long pier

Take a long walk, a run, or simply just hang around, the pier so long, it takes a moment more, to reach from the beginning to the end and then back again, but it does not matter as all around, there is water, boats and even some scenery, and that is all that is needed, for a stroll along the very long pier, perhaps if daring, even a dive to the inviting blues, as nobody will judge anyone wanting to take some time, under the warming sun, surrounded by the ocean making life so much more fun.

Ocean views

“A room with a view, of an ocean blue, what else can one ask in life?” Gun Roswell

Ocean views

The blues calling from the ocean deep, the soft waves washing a shore, the sandy beach nothing of a bore, with the skies open wide, the sun but a big smile, the warm fresh air, leaving no one in despair, beckoning the weary traveller to take a chance, as long as the days will last, to make their way to the side, where the water meets the sky, the feeling a thought, taking off the very ground and flying ever so high, like some sort of a fancy kind of kite. 

Only this is the dream, even if it all so real seems, eyes wide, looking at what was left behind, on the sandy beach, the body still stands, waiting for the fancy flight to somewhere land, but it seems, that the freedom of it all, lasted way too long, and now, it will never come back again, the idea, the thought, the dream, all gone, lost in the gentle winds over the ocean, the empty vessel remaining on the shores, watching the ocean soar, while the fancy flight of the thought up there in the blue skies will roar. 

Oh so quiet and calm!

“The ocean beckons to  be explored, but today, I feel like such a bore, and simply want to rest for a while longer, on top of the calming waves” Gun Roswell

Oh so quiet and calm!

The calming of the waves, as soon as I my head will lay, on top of the smoothing surface at any, body gently floating, as it is coping, with this overly gentle place, searching for a state of mind, which out there is really hard to find, the peace, the quiet, the calm, but here it is all so clear, when lulled to sleep, on these calming waves, as even after all the fight of the day, this is where I finally want to stay, on top of the soft material, even if not a bed of any kind, I need my rest and so, this state is the one not to debate, whether or not, and so, with eyes closed tightly, I concentrate, still floating above the edge, the mind at rest, thoughts all gone, no sounds or images to explore, only the calm and quiet surrounding, this unruly mind and body, without counting the passing time, and that is all simply fine.

The fortress and the fountain in front  

“Traveling through the world and then into the wide galaxy hurled, only back home to find my way“ Gun Roswell 

The fortress and the fountain in front  

The fortified home, on the island  way too small, with a fountain or few up front, what a cliche was the first thought, still, the view still highly sought, but when it was bought, there was only the idea of being in safe place, with it pretty kind of facade up front, and so, the heavily built home of thing, rose up inside the spring, now fully grown into a large lake, nay, ocean wide, the divide not small but large and certainly keeping anyone else at bay, pun intended, as the strong house in the midst there lay, the pretty front of fountained resources on display, only it wasn’t simply for the dwellers to attention pay, but the odd traveller stopped by, admiring the view of this so called home on the way, seeing the postcard perfection, and even wanting to lay claim to it themselves, alas, it wasn’t an easy task as the fortress was not on sale, not for a million or more credits someone wanted for it to pay. 

Three windmills a standing 

“The wind does not stop blowing simply because there is some resistance up ahead, right?” Gun Roswell 

Three windmills a standing 

Forever and all the past ages, the three sages have stood there

Against and with the howling winds, rotating their crooked wings

No matter which way all the blows have landed, they always sing

The eerie tune of the nature’s forces wherever the gust clings

It does not really matter for these tall three, who stood the test of time

And came out of it all, just fine, at least, for a while that is

As sometimes during the history, of these thee windmills

The effort to sustain them still standing there, was on the way

So, all those tad dwellers, did their very best

To make sure these three tall windmills would stay the rest

Of the ancient history or at least last few more years

Defending them all and providing more, like electricity

The modern thing after all the history had passed

And so, with the new modifications in place, it’s most likely

These three mills against the winds in their very spot stay

As for others to enjoy and admire, while the dwellers worship 

Them as the best things on the planet, the protectors and providers

Blue, Blues, Bluest

“The blues a beckons once again, I reckon, it’s that time of the day or week or even year, when all of it and us too, will be engulfed inside the coolest and calmest of blue“ Gun Roswell

Blue, Blues, Bluest

The blues of the day, when I first opened my eyes and onto the gorgeous scenery lay, those magnificent varied hues, making me shiver just out of the blue, with the pun included of course as today was all about becoming one with the blues.

The cooling and calming skies and waters, all now combined together, or so it seems even without the tether as the skies and endless seas are blurred in to each other like someone slurred the words out and then painted on top.

Blue, bluer, the bluest, those are the best of the hues, at least, today when all I want to do is sit and play the blues, and that is okay to do. Just enjoying the calmest of views, without too much to do, until perhaps some other colour takes their place, tomorrow.

Sailing into the calming waves

“Sailing into the sunset? Perhaps later, but right now, following the calming blue of the waves, is the best way to move ahead“ Gun Roswell

Sailing into the calming waves

The wind on my back, the sun on my face, where could be a better place, for at least a day to stay, more even, as it was no chore, than in a small vessel, lulled by the calming waves, no destination set, only to let the spirits of the undecided to guide me on my way, wherever it may lay, but for now, it does not really matter as the journey is just about to begin, and so, hoisting the sails, without any further delay, as it is time to set sail, out there, into the world open wide, with a hint of a smile, as I wave my goodbyes to those, standing by, but this life, has just begun and even if the path ahead was unclear and filled with unknowns, it was simply part of the fun, not letting anything to stun moving ahead, but always keeping eyes peeled on new adventures instead, and so letting the blue coloured flow guide through the waves, the small craft with just the single sail.