“Life, death, life, things that nature, always come to mind, when sitting in absolute silence, by the seaside” Gun Roswell
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 so sound 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.
“Walking to the very end of the pier, well, look around, you don’t have to be a seer, to predict this outcome!” Gun Roswell
Predictions of a good view? Reserved, for the chosen few?
Hardly those as at all, as anyone could walk down the long way, finding the same display, as the rest of us could see gleaming from the seashore, never a bore, is the greeting for us in store.
The blues across the horizon, whether the sun or moon is on the rising. Whatever the time of the day, it does not matter as this, this is the best place.
The end of the pier, is where the sights so dear are seen. So, why would anyone want to go anywhere else at all?
Well, simply because, this place is not reachable by most. And maybe the seaside is not even your very special thing.
But whatever the case is, whether you love or maybe even hate it. Just try it once, take that walk down the long pier and who knows.
Maybe you too, will become a believer of the moon, the sun and even The view at the end of the pier.
“Spending my day by the waters edge, sitting on the ledge, pondering about life, and the is all just so very fine” Gun Roswell
The day quite warm and skies above clear, without any kind of stormy weather to fear Taking the long scheduled daily stroll, towards a special destination never, ever dull That certain one place, where time almost always stays, perfectly still, and the only chill Is from the cool and calming breeze, blowing inward land there from the high seas Which lets you finally breathe with so much more ease, than how the inland feels And as you make your way, to the very end of the pier and your eyes will their claim lay Onto the blueness surrounding the over all wild scenery, the wide waters and the skies You will know immediately as you take in the total sum of the sight, you will want to stay In this calming sootiness of a cocoon, forever and then maybe even one more day
“Surprise! There is sunshine in September too, way up North, alas, sometimes, it takes a while for it to rise” Gun Roswell
In a hurry, just, like always, so also, this morning Trying to beat the traffic and get to the seaside before the dawning To watch, experience and really enjoy, a spectacle, specially arranged by mother nature But I am so worried, I will be belated Alas, as I suspected, the time is not, on my side As I am trying, towards the goal, as fast as possible, to drive But, since the other drivers, seem to have, the exact same agenda I worry, that all this hurry, is only going to leave me in one big surrender And soon enough, my fears are materialized, as all the cars, come, to a full stop As if by some great plan, they all halt, right there on the dot Is it a red light or some other type of strife, I wonder just then Swearing, cussing, under my breath, hoping, wishing, not too much time to spend In this state of suspension, my face, in a constant animation Feelings rising, emotions getting spicy And then, just as all hope had been cast out the window The line of vehicles gradually start to move From the rear view window, I can see the water flow Closer, and closer I slowly like a snail approach The sun, rising, the reddish glow, reminiscent of a torch As I am finally reaching the spot, I quickly find the parking lot Rushing out of the car, I am running, even if it’s not so far The pier, where all the viewers are now In awe, admiring the reflected glow Of the sun rising in this Autumn morning Could not have asked for a better view for this dawning
“Beach ward bound on this perfect day, at least, in my dreams” Gun Roswell
When the early morning sun beckons For a day of total fun I reckon It’s time to put aside All the bad thoughts and worries
And outside, take a ride in a hurry Because this life will pass in a flurry So better grab on to the existing moment Stop yourself from being in this torment
Let it all go and listen to the warm wind blow Then jump on the wagon a steer towards the flow This day is rare, there are none to spare Just go there, wherever your mind wants to flare
Spend the day on the beach if that is why our seek And do not come back until you’ve cut yourself some slack!
“Fun, fun, fun, under the smiling sun” So, why don’t you, join in said fun?!?
“The small spaces are the most comfortable ones, with little if no people present, and so, there is always calm without the puns” Gun Roswell
The small harbour waiting for the daily dose of people, on their way out to the great seas, perhaps some fishing to do or simply, for a leisure cruise, no matter what the purpose, the early morning always means some hassle. And then, the traffic jam is gone and left alone, are those few vessels, whom did not have any takers, at least, not today, but if they are lucky, then tomorrow someone them will be picking, for a ride out there to the lasting waves.
But, if you are not really a sea farer, not really, but you love the seaside, then why don’t you arrive to the harbour, just after the rush hour, fully prepared mind you, with a picnic basket in tow, even if you do not plan out there to row. The harbour life can be as much fun to mere observe of life, as getting out there in the open air of the waters, because a lot of stuff is going around all over the place in a small harbour area supposedly quiet, if you keep your eyes and ears peeled, and then interesting people, tall tales and other kinds of things, you me just be able to see and hear, and that is happening all in the calm of the small harbour environment.
“On a glorious summer’s day, crisscrossign around the bay, without a care of time or anything other chime, soon though, this holiday, will be over.“ Gun Roswell
The day sunny and warm, great as a matter of fact just after the storm. The question remained as to what would be the best way to spend it, as time left now was plenty. The calm between the weathers ever changing and really no time for complaining. The only choice really was to rejoice and pump up that feeling of having some fun out there in the warming sun.
Hitting the beach and finding a small boat so totally sleek. Then jumping right in an d hitting the blue waves, and cruising all day long before the winds once again would get too strong. Crossing the bay and then back again. Like a merry go round only better in so many ways. As it was on the seaside the waters making your smile. And the ride, well that too was quite wild.
In essence the day going fast by as having fun will apparently turn the clocks wind to faster than usual but still, taking a break in the midst of a stormy seasonal shake. Well what could be more greater than crisscrossing around on this small size lake.
“Take a walk on the outside, in nature or then just the hood close by, perhaps even the seaside, simply to enjoy the silent moments, on a sunny day, when all the others, have gone the work to slay.” Gun Roswell
Seaside, a long stride, up The hill and down to the beach Scenery to be seen, with
Just one scene, nature and Man made structures, side by side Hard to divide, growing together
Over the years, soon there Is nothing to separate them, under cover From prying eyes, but alas
I am here now and I spy, before it all disappears in To the background of nature
“Yeah, so the water totally freezes when the temperature hits below 0 degrees Celsius, that is science not fiction. Just like the lakes and ocean surfaces. So, take out your skates and go, get out there for a spin, why don’t ya!” Gun Roswell
The early morning sunrise Filling the wintery horizon Across the land and even seaside In a blanket of frozen ice
“Where there is an ocean blue, there is always some blues to be heard on the waves so cool“ Gun Roswell
The ocean vast, meant to last, past the earthly grounds, but sometimes, when the only thing you think you can see are the blues going on forever, and then, something totally unexpected pops up right there in the middle of it all.
There is something to be said, about this, very tall and statuesque, also blue in colour, or so it seems, as it sticks out from the calming waves, from the oceanic steams creating an illusion of a protective shroud, looking totally esteemed.
A mountain so tall, that if you were to climb up on it, well, you might be in for a scary fall, unless you are totally prepared for the adventure ahead, but once you get right there on the top, the world below endless and will never stop.
But, if you are one of the mere mortals, who cannot reach all them fancy portals, then staying on the beach the option, of watching the views and the cool and calming blue hues, the watery waves and then, the mountain from the distance.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 