“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.
“It might be Friday and a sun filled day, but it’s still in the middle of a very cold and harsh winter, but perhaps, the seaside frozen, beckons for some sporty activities chosen for the occasion?” Gun Roswell
A snowy sunny day In the land far far away Up North, let us pray! Children came out to play Even adults came forth
After all
What else is there to say Because yet another Fabulous and sunny Friday Has found its way No matter winter or not The people, Where there it to slay!
“Step right up! But, perhaps take caution, before diving right in, as it’s late in the year and the waters just might be frozen!” Gun Roswell
When standing on the edge I made this solemn pledge To dive in Even if, There would be ice thin Luckily, This September weather Is a reminiscent of a soft feather More so, Than a rainy autumn Boy, Must the Forecast Gods feel dumb!
“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
“Ships passing in the distance, the weather grey and dull, as is the sea, no complaints though, sitting here observing life passing by, and waiting for the sun to shine” Gun Roswell
I still remember That one September The bluest of skies And it was warmer than July The water clear and inviting The air soft and delighting Not a worry in sight Everything quite right In the distance For an instance A boat or two Disappearing from the view Most tourists already gone Leaving us alone Enjoying in peace With a short lease The last rays of summer
“The sun is shining, on the other side, over there, across the sea, somewhere else but definitely not here“ Gun Roswell
There is sunshine, on the other side, the proof delivered by a witness, who dared to peek through the curtain, and then, after seeing the miracle, snapped the picture, as proof!
As of now, the summer is officially over, as September has just reared is ugly head and instead of getting a cooling down situation outside, the plummet in daily temperatures, not to mention all the down pour, has definitely not left any of us scored.
So, even after complaining about the whole too warm summer time, having lasted for such a short while, the winter season is upon, the sunshine, the warmth the greens, all but gone.
Luckily though, in the dreams and pictures, some of it can be relived, when huddling down frozen cold because of as was foretold, it is the season of rain and behold, soon enough – snow!
“The yacht or big big ship, whatever the name for it, it’ll fare you across the huge waters!” Gun Roswell
Boats and ships Fully equipped For a trip Filled with fun Under the sun Or just a weekend layover In some other land Somewhere close Back by Monday If you can
Rantings Of A Third Kind 