“Sometimes, there is a surprise in the middle of the street!” Gun Roswell
Working turtle
Put in place as a hurdle
So, do not go any further!
Turtles? In Winter?
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Rush Hour in Winter
“Riding to work in a horse driven sleigh, that is certainly a display, especially in the city centre!” Gun Roswell
it’s the early morning traffic
Which left its very first tracks
The snowy streets, filled with sleet
No good for bare feet
But a horse and a buggy
That is the way to travel snuggly!
Sunday on the streets of Paris
“A small cafe in Paris just around the corner hidden away from prying eyes“ Gun Roswell
Sunday and a cup of coffee, a perfect combination for the brief time allotted
Sneaking away, stealing time from it all just for a few precious moments
As this was supposed to be the one day, which is the day of some time off
Alas, something came up, as it usually does and the chances growing slim
But luckily there is a perfect kind of spot, hidden around the corner just off
The busy streets where the cats sleep, at least on a sunny day on Sunday
Alas not today, as everyone seems to be gone completely somewhere else
As soon as the small cafe coming to view I can see that not even a few or one
Patrons are present so I guess it is only for me myself and I so seating down
My frown turning upside down, yes it is a smile which away has been a while
But not today as now I can here alone with my thoughts for a moment stay
In this pleasurable place on this fine Sunday afternoon on a seat in a cafe
World Upside Down
“No matter which way you look at it, the world is always crocked, having been turned upside down, the moment it was found, by someone, sailing the seven seas, well, something like that“ Gun Roswell
World Upside Down
The world can easily be on the level or then, simply upside down,
It all depends whether you are looking at it, with a smile or a frown,
There is nothing level about it, even the horizon, a squiggly line,
But hey, if you can keep your feet on the ground, it’s all simply fine,
Because it does not matter whether all of it is up or down or other way around,
As long as you can live with it, on it, around it, then hey, that is the best state found,
So, no matter what others say out loud, you should always hold your own ground,
A totally level and a straight line, does not exist, it’s all a myth and they all know it too,
And from now on even if hanging upside down, in a world the other way around,
Well, it’s all crocked anyway, and so, just hang in there and gently sway!
Painting on the streets
“The artist sitting in their chosen place, never late, always there to take requests for those passing by, in a need of a smile.“ Gun Roswell
Painting on the streets
The streets filled with life
All kinds, all walks of life
Those simply passing by
But also those, making their living
Some selling things, others painting
Even a few perhaps singing
No matter what you might just be looking for
Some kind of a small score
Never is a bore though
Walking down the busy street
Perhaps getting off your feet
And letting the talented painter
Paint your essence onto the canvas
Preserved for the future
For those special memories
To be saved for eternity
The narrow street
“Take a stroll along the narrowest of streets, it’s not wide, but you’ll fit!” Gun Roswell
The narrow street
It might just be the most narrow street in the city, if not even the world, but once you are on it hurled, possibly when taking the wrong turn, simply keep on going, move along, walk through, as the end of it will be insight soon, and then you’ll be able to get, to a much more wider and comfortable set, of crossing streets, well, at least, something similar, perhaps, even the market square, that should be open and wide enough for you to finally breathe?
Some kind of touristy stuff going on in here
“There are always people around everywhere, some call them tourists” Gun Roswell
Some kind of touristy stuff going on in here
The attractions of the small size city might not be many, but nevertheless they are splendid
But the shining white historic building sure is the one which draws attention to it so it must be a hit
As all them tourists are flocking the square, where upon the cathedral is built so time in the ancient past, and they all think it’s a blast
To have a look-see, just because you see, someone else recommended it when visiting this same old remote place
Thanks to the visitors, the dwellers of the city feel mighty happy having become part of the world with a spot on the map permanently
Blinded by the Sun
“The sun will be shining, long after we are all gone, and even if it may be dimming, never again so strong, for now, trust that the rise and set will be there for you to let, dictate your very days to come“ Gun Roswell
Blinded by the Sun
The streets are as long as are the shadows cast, the very mood, the overall ambience just like from the past, meant to last, long after those admiring the special moment, have come and gone, and over the rainbow bridge passed.
And so, do not worry, and for goodness sake, don’t be sorry if missing the special spell in time, as the sun will come back again in the morning, it always does, even if there just might be a totally cloudy cast and with rain and thunder hitting hard, because the sun, is somewhere there, behind the curtain, only waiting for its moment to shine through.
And so, with that thought, safely go to bed, fall asleep, knowing, the one sure thing in life will be there, even if all other things might just fall apart, as the globe of fire, is totally smart, meant to last, way longer than any kind of life, here on this small blue ball.
Of cafes and such
“The small cafe at the end of the street. A place nobody really ever sees, but it is still there, for those who dare, to wander off and find it Gun Roswell
Of cafes and such
The city which never sleeps, well, it has to, sometimes, at least.
But those who dare to wander, no matter the time of the hour, will be happily surprised, while finding a place so nice, a cafe at the end of a small street!
So daring, taking a peak, just because it might just be the very place so many of us seek!
A quiet place, nobody cares about, not really, but those who do, will always and forever wander there, again and again.
Crowd funded?
“Too many people equals usually never a good thing” Gun Roswell
Crowd funded?
Crowds, people, individuals, too many of them I see, out there on the streets.
Scary too they all seem to be, at least as far as I can see.
But perhaps if daring, venturing out there and them with a smile greeting?
Perhaps none too scared am I anymore, because maybe the thought had simply come out of lore?
People in crowds, being a mob?
The mentality of such groups somewhere in the memory stored?
And so, in there I go.
Just a simple hello.
Perhaps they will see me as a similar type to them?
Someone who could easily fit in?
Rantings Of A Third Kind 