“Not smoke or fire, but pure snow, on the water!“ Gun Roswell
Snow on the water!
It looked like a field of sorts, with an island in the middle of it all. It could have been used for crops or even potatoes, which were already harvested, before the snow fall. But, it wasn’t that, no, this, used to be an open sea, with boats coming and going, and someone even did, some waterskiing here. But now, that snow, had covered it all, even if the fall time, had seemed so warm. Then, one night, it all froze over, in an instant almost, and as the flakes well, day after day after day, soon enough, nothing but the white stuff, could be seen for miles on end. But not all was lost, after all, you could still go out there on the ice and walk. Or, if you were daring enough, maybe put some skates on and do a little pirouette. After all, this was the season, of winter, and usually, snow would fall and the water would freeze during below zero temperatures. And this was, the lure, of a scenic wintry moment by the seaside with snow on the water.
“The snow, makes all the difference, don’t you think” Gun Roswell
Nightly window view
It was once again that time of the season, when for some reason The expectance of having some much needed snow on the ground Even if the weather forecast predicted it was nowhere to be found But those hopeful ones, who dared to wish and upon a star dish Their deepest and most sacred desires, before they would expire And so, as the night time once again, like every day, on time fell Some of the fans of winter, remained seated, by the window sill And all of a sudden, all their wishes were granted, to the very hilt As the solemn flakes of frozen ice, across the chilly air, were spied And where there was one, soon enough, more would definitely follow Leaving the autumn, grey dull coloured ground anything but hollow And in the early morning hours, gleeful the cheers of big and small Were heard where ever anyone looked out of their windows small The snow had finally landed, and the season just got a whole lot grander
“Why not ride a bike, even in the middle of the winters plight?” Gun Roswell
Ride a bike, down a snowy slope
So, what if it is snowing once again, because, me, I can ride my bike, anywhere Even if the tyres are not exactly up to spec, and then might fall me totally let But that would be a small price to pay, for ride on this, two wheeled sleigh Down, down, down the slippery slopes, filed with so much of the new snow Then gradually, into traffic I go, wheeling away, really fast, but, well, mostly slow Luckily I got my thick padded helmet on, covering this unfortunately small brain And not to forget the elbow and knee pads, well, is there really a need to explain? So, watch me, riding my bike, despite, the wintery weather so completely snide And if I fall down, with only minor damage or less, well, at least I made you smile!
“It is that time of the season, when the snow, finally settles down, covering all, without an excuse or any reason“ Gun Roswell
Snow covered forest, for a moment
Threading on the narrow path, of freshly covered white flakes binding the surface together, just like ice on the lake. The only sounds heard, are those of the soft echoes, of my own footfalls, as I gently step so not to disturb the cover of this, elegant white powder, now lain across all of the land, which only yesterday, looked so bland. With all the grey covering most of it and faded greens on the forgotten lawns, was the only colour, or non colour, all over to be seen. But not today, no, today, it all looks so new, so fresh, so elegant, like someone cooked a white sustenance stew, just last night, for a late dinner, maybe, and now, for me and maybe others to enjoy, the freshness, the coolness, the crisp, all over. On my skin, on my pale face, even, in my nose and on my lips, as the flakes, from the heavens above, slowly still fall, and I can feel it all. The calming of this moment, where all the world is covered in one unifying and protecting soft and fluffy blanket. Well, at least, up here, in the North hemisphere, where we, the so called tall Northerners dwell, and at this time of the year, live in fear, of the darkened season. But today, that one single reason, is gone and, as the snow has finally landed, making us, mostly hunched up people, to stand once again, tall. As this is the season, after the Fall, we have waited for, patiently, laying low, not smiling, not talking, not even, each other stalking. Only, winter time, with the snow, gives us, the essence we need to survive, until such time, that the sunshine, once again peeks through the wintry blinds, as it does its way up here, to the very North, find.
“There is snow, everywhere! It’s just unbelievable! (As we would ever get snow up here, the North way, so close to the Polar bears who walk the streets in here!)“ Gun Roswell
Hop over the snowy hedge why don’t you!
There really is no escaping, when the weather gods are breaking in, the wintry storms filled with, well, snow! Lots of it too! Yeah, it’s really pouring now!
There really is no escaping, just trying to muddle through all that, heavenly shit, that is if you are not really into it and the way it just hits, one day, out of the blue, when it was just yesterday, all over grey, and then, the next one, all white fun!
There really is no escaping, nowhere to run, certainly no place to hide, as it really pours when it rains, well, snows really, but it’s all the same to me, as I don’t really it feel. Call me a spoil sport, I don’t really care, as I don’t really like winter, and it’s said out loud so there!
So, to recap what this winter wonderland is all about, at least from a point of view of someone, who could so very easily do, without, as it is a total louse (talking from experience):
Below freezing temperatures one day, the coldness seeping through, no matter the thick clothing you really cannot move in, soon enough, you will be holding your ears, fingers and toes, in a bunched up ball and when you get home, the colouring of red and blue, are the overall hue.
The next day, the slippery slope is the way, as the slightly above degrees, lets you for a moment breathe. Alas, the icy bumps on each and every surface, as the “warm weather” adjusted the pure white snow, to something so awful, not even a shovel, can break it apart, not even if you try to use it, like really smart!
Then, there are those days, when you wished just in your comfy bed to lay. The white powdery stuff just keeps on pouring, the winds howling and roaring. Because when you are finally trying to get out of the house, even to check your mailbox, then guess what? The snow has pushed itself against the door, and there is no way, to crack it open, not even screaming and kicking on the floor helps, trust me, I’ve tried. So, the advice here is to stay at home, until, gone is all that snow.
But hey, no matter how bad the weather gets, at least, the pictures, well, those look great! And if you really think the grass is still green on the other side, you really cannot so clearly see, and yes, even snow free!? Hey, why don’t you just try, to hop over the snowy hedge? Yes, well, what did you really except, some miracle or another to wash away all that, snow? (Ok so no last rhyme, which is fine, as this is a bastardised version of a poem anyway.)
“Playing hopscotch around the frozen creek? That is, if you fun games for the winter seek!” Gun Roswell
Cross over the frozen creek
The now solid frozen waters off the creek, once too deep to cross over, now proving to be a work of sustaining any kind of leap, faith or even a footfall placed on the very ice, once flowing freely. The watery way, which could easily have lead you to stray, now reminiscent of solid ground, rare, surely, to be found. But, nevertheless, there, the ice rests, at least while the winter lasts with subzero temperatures to pass and during this time, the crossing is made so easy, that even making pie would not top it, so whatever or whichever way you want to do, hopscotch or simple jump, to the other side.
“Take a load off on the sunny side of the winter’s storm” Gun Roswell
Seated by the seashore in the sunshine with some corn
The afternoon sun, reflected off of the freshly fallen snow, now covering the frozen waterscape. A solemn bench still remained by the seashore sat, as if waiting for someone to take a load off a spend a moment to escape, especially, on such a fine day. Alas the streets were quite empty, not really sure as to what that had prompted, as not one single passer-by was anywhere to find, even if the sunshine, should have tempted everyone out and about for a stroll or a simple fresh breath to allow. Hours passed again, the sun ready to set in, for the night ahead, but still, a few rays dared to peel through and then, one creature courageous enough, had come out and was now, seated, on the very bench, in the sunshine still at reach, snacking on his big acorn, delighted to do it in some peace and quiet as usually, finding such spot, would instantly cause a riot. But today, he got some alone time, surely rare, in the big city, open wide.
“There is so much snow out there today, that you will need a sleigh, to make it through, which is not bad at all” Gun Roswell
Snowy road
Snow covered the roadside, as it had been pouring the night before, during, a storm. The surrounding fields, laid under, a soft blanket, woven in threads of white, all of it, looking like something of a holiday book, the seasonal nook, to lay comfortably on. But what ever looks good, is not always putting you in the best of moods, as there was still the road to tackle, and as it was, much like the surrounding grounds, a mass of white powder, rather than a set of clear tracks. What to do now, as the trip to the nearest shop was not plowed? There were a few options, coming to mind, some of them, none too kind, like pouring hot water all over the place, but what was the point, as freezing would only result in using skates, but those were clearly out of shape. Then the pair of skis, against the wall standing, made of some old tree. Nope, the poles were gone, so sliding with a wooden frame under your feet, seemed too much of a feat. When all hope seemed to be gone, one hopeful thing appeared, from the very rear, of the open shed, visible only while looking really carefully. An old sledge, just there, on the edge! On closer inspection, it seemed to be in pretty good condition, considering it had not been used, in many years since the past, when all of us adults, were kids and thus, riding the ridges, like having plenty of fire under our bridges. But reminisce aside, this would be our very ride, taking us across the snowy roads, with a small sleigh in our tow.
“The winter time can be quite magical, if you let it be” Gun Roswell
Across the snowy bridge
Not quite frozen but not really flowing either, the slow flowing creek now, in the middle of the winter. As the snow covering it, could be just a trick, tempting to step on it, even if none too safe at that. But, thinking of it really carefully and acting accordingly, maybe a safe passage across the Schrödingers’ bridge dilemma of a watery way, could be solved in a fashion without missing the play. A large tree, just up the creek, might just be the answer to that which you seek, as a tall branch once, now laid on the ground, acting like a makeshift bridge, as if it was simply made for exactly this. Snowy and slippery it was, but crossing it, would be a blast, an adventure in the middle of the winter, although, maybe with a few splinters. And that was the magical thing of it all, as you never really could be sure as to what to expect, so better always to be, watching that next step before leap.
“A smiley face inside a heart, drawn in the fresh snow – just a simple reminder of happiness and love” Gun Roswell
A hidden message in the fresh snow
A child’s play or an adults joke, was right there, in plain sight, just to poke, those familiar feelings, long since forgotten, dormant in the depths of the very protected soul of a being, once called human, now only fleeing, from any kind of warm contact. Even, the cool, calm exterior, the stoic stance, was all, just an act, it did not matter because nothing and no one would ever be able to attack, those inner hidden qualities, most of thought now lost for good. But suddenly, the hidden message written in a messy drawing, stirred something there, and now, without any kind of fear, and odd expression emerged from out of nowhere, half scaring the passers by, as it was also included with a loud noise. What on earth? Someone exclaimed, as the laughter and a smile, so filled with life and opened wide. It must have been a sign, that the end of the world was near. Alas, the owner of said oddity, did not care, but stood and stared, at the message and never letting, that good feeling, fade away. Not at least, today. No, but maybe, tomorrow, it would all go back to normal, what ever that meant.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 