“Staying in the shadows, on a warm and sunny day is a must, especially, when feeling hot and tired and sleepy, am I right?“ Gun Roswell
Seat in the warm shadow
The day sunny once again, after a long stretch of winter and almost total darkness, despite the snowy white mountains ever growing, a day of sunshine is a surprise and perhaps a blessing. But, then again, jumping from one end to the other, can be a bit of a stretch, and letting the sun overcome all of it, the mind, body and soul, however, the rays just might be a tad too strong for the pale skin just coming out of the darkness and so, finding some middle ground, perhaps in the shadows under the covers, but still visible with light. So, the perfect spot, perhaps closer than thought, a shelter of a thing, where someone had built tables and chairs while recycling, old wooden pallets and thug making not only unique pieces of art, but something way more smart, like a seating area where one could be able being part, of the sunshine filled day, stay outdoors in a way, but still, having a cover over their heads.
“Safely under the sun or rain or whatever else the weather gods may throw my way” Gun Roswell
Safely under the protecting shade
Whether the weather feels like too much sun or even storm clouds filled with rain, this is the place where I feel the most safe, hiding myself under the protective shade, which was so perfectly made, just for me here for a while to stay, no matter the time of the day.
As the sun turns to night, and the moon begins to shine bright, even that soft light, is filtered gently through the perfect hideaway, that special shade I am still under, and there is no doubt or wander, whether this is the perfect spot for me, where I will certainly be.
So, the day and night spent, and then there is the rest of it, other days and nights, mornings, noons and evenings, the weather patterns also changing, from good to worse to really bad, but I am not feeling at all sad, as this place of shade, is where I am totally safe.
There might come a time, when I do not feel so fine, under this protective cover of mine, but until then, I will my time here spend, under this protective shade, where I can rest my head and go to sleep in peace, and live my life, without counting time, but still, having a big smile.
“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
“There is nothing wrong with a little bit of shade” Gun Roswell
Finding Shade
The sunny rays, seemed to be so totally hazed, when looking out the window, in the early morning hours. Alas, when venturing to the beach, it seemed, that the heat, had risen to a hundred degrees. The formerly calm and cooling summer winds, did not want me to start to sing as the sweaty stains and the smell of burning skin was making it difficult to concentrate on anything except finding a place as quickly as possible to sit and then without any time to hesitate, plunge into the waves simply to get away from the scorching heat and admitting defeat. Sun, you had won again!
But there was a sliver of hope in this adventure of the day, as much to a surprise, I spied a remote location in a good disposition. A solemn parasol, discarded, maybe, who knows. But deciding to find it out, trekking towards the one that I knew was without a doubt, going to save me from the heat and give me a place, in the cool and calming shade. As I closed in on it, I found out the reason for discarding it. It was a rickety looking old school bamboo kind of a construct, but hey, as it cast a shadow onto the sand, I was sold and made my stand, under the one place, I had found my very own shade for today.
“When in doubt, put on some shades and you are hidden away from prying eyes and the sun and that is no pun!“ Gun Roswell
All kinds of shade
When the sun shines to hot and bright, it is time, to make a move to the right, or left, depending on where you can find, the right kind of shade, for cooling off and taking a break, from that warm globe high up in the skies, which might have made you smile before you realised it was pretty hot out there, with all kinds of flares, because you ventured out there on your first day on a dare.
Sitting or lying down, it is all just fine as long as there is no frown shown on your face, as it might there permanently stay, if you gotten yourself burnt by the rays so hot and sizzling, it got you all bothered and dizzy, but all is well now, in the cool shade. And no need to hurry away, simply stay, as long as you need or even for the rest of the day, you can in this safe haven of sorts lay.
All kinds of shade is what you can find, when the sun and maybe the rest of the worshipers of the golden globe up there, gets too much even if it was fun to share, the beach so warm, the sand getting that was getting everywhere, but hey, this is part of the deal, of enjoying the so called summer activities, and not being the odd person out, even if you needed to shout because it was simply too hot and too much out there, in the sun, before you decided to run and come to the dark side, out of the light, in the cooling calming shade.
“Time spent in the shade, is never wasted, so why hesitate?” Gun Roswell
Sunday in the shade
Running away, from the warming sun? Well, that must have been, some kind of a pun Since the very long awaited light up there Was finally out and about in the stratosphere So why would anyone in their right mind Want to stay inside a building, or the shade?
Before you get all up and at it and up me chew First and foremost, just hear my plead why don’t you Because I have so many legit explanations (excuses) To point out why I am not out there rather refusing Any kind of direct sunlight upon my fairest of skins And hiding inside, the shade if you will
Well, here is one good reason at least For you see, the sun in my mind is a beast Which reflects all that shiny white light And honestly gives me the shivers and fright As I am more of a nigh person myself At least that is what I keep telling everyone else
The shadow is a much cooler place And when one there for a long, long time stays The mere thought of a sun and fun filled venue Will rise all kinds of feelings I tell you I am not made for the light of the sun Even if that sounds like I am no fun
And to be honest, I prefer staying inside my shell Being boring as hell, even if not everyone can tell I also prefer the shade and the slight darkness At least, the mid greys of the lightness Rather than exposing myself in the direct light Whether it be the sun or just a simple electrical fright
I maybe or may not be one of them kind Whom the constant spotlight is never fine But staying inside the shade is not all that bad So don’t you feel sorry for me or be sad Just because I am different than the rest I assure you, I am fine and won’t be a pest!
“Under the shade giving parasol, situated on a beach, is, where I totally like to sit” Gun Roswell
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
“There is always room for one more, on this very seat, the seat, in the total shade” Gun Roswell
Seat and the Shade
The midday, right in the middle, of the month of May It might even be June or July, alas, the month is not the why But rather, the shining of the sun and the glaring of the sea And where, in the scorching heat, is safest to flee Is it diving, into the water or maybe hiding, under a tree? Or take cover in the cooling air-conditioned shop you see? But what if you need to buy something Even a the smallest thing, but forgot to bring Your purse or any kind of method of payment? Then no, you cannot enter the establishment Because the option of loitering means banishment
Then, out there, in the far corner of the eye There is something so familiar, your eyes spy The contours of some kind of a furniture No!, Could it? Is it? And right there, in the shade? No, it simply cannot be true, what I see A bench, a solemn respite, in the shadows, under a tree I run as humanly possible in this heat And as I reach it, i can clearly see it Yes, it is the one simple saviour I have search In this hour of afternoon sweat and cursed But now, I simply forget it everything else As I slump down on this heavenly seat And boy, am I beat! I think, I might get some sleep!
“I prefer the darkness, but I love the light” Gun Roswell
Shady side of me
Sometimes the brightness gets too much My skin aching from a ray of lights touch Running for a cover, anywhere to stay, to simply, get away Finally, finding, my preferred place, in the darkened, cooling, shade
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