Sunset reflected on the surface

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Greece

“The sun setting over the horizon, the colours so vivid and living, well, it’s a cliche isn’t it, but I like it nevertheless“ Gun Roswell

Sunset reflected on the surface

The sun is always fun, the warmth, the light, the comfort of knowing it is there, alas, when the night is close and it is time to fall to sleep, the sun will also make its way into the deep, at least, from the point of view of those watching the setting of the gas giant, as the horizon gives us the illusion, there is a place of magic perhaps, where all these planetary objects lay until the very next day, when they are once again the dominant ones in the high skies, the main one of course, being that of the sun, its mighty power and shine, cannot beat not even the best of wines and so, once again, when the reflections of the light particles inside the rays, start to reflect off of each and every surface and then, us small dwellers, can bask in this light once again, until the circle is complete and the sun will compete for the dominance against the moon, while loosing and going to sleep, until rising the very next day again.

Sunset in monochrome

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“The sun is always setting, no matter whether in colour, or complete monochrome“ Gun Roswell

Sunset in monochrome

The sunset is always so totally beautiful and ever so colourful, and thus the experience of the various shades of oranges, yellows and reds, leave a good memory until the one coming next. But, then, when someone makes a change and the spectrum will change to pure grey, the monochromatic way of seeing things on display, what then of the beauty previously seen of this daily phenomena touching our personal screens, as usually, the flashy and burning colours were totally part of this, scheme for hooking up all to glare and cheer.

“Quite dull me thinks!” Some might say upon first glance, of the image taken from the sun setting over the horizon, as the greys may be a tad surprising, not really the full sparkling colours of the spectacle given by this star as going away for the night, which seemingly should be no surprise, but always is. But, after some time, the onlookers starting to see, the colours even if not quite there, in this monochromatic vision of the one who dared to make the decision and snap the image in black and white, even if it might just have given a fright, for most.

Sun setting in the winter afternoon

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“The sun is setting also in the middle of the winter, even if it has not been up that long, but yeah, when shining so totally strong, it has to set “ Gun Roswell

Sun setting in the winter afternoon

The day is finally done, and also so gone soon will be, way to soon it seems, the sun who dared to bare its rays in the midst of the winter season, just because without any kind of reason, but for the benefit of those dwelling in the darkness for so long, and needed to get a boost of something totally strong to be able to last until this long winter time had passed and before the beginning of the spring would arrive and then only would the darkness be gone for so long, until the next scheduled dark time would emerge. But on this day a surge, of sunny rays appeared from out of nowhere unexpected, but not rejected as the light of it all, was giving brand new hope for the weary and then, watching the last of the fading light, going into that good night, with a new sense of self to last for a little while longer until the last of the dark days were a tale to tell in the middle of the light filled days and nights of summer time.

Sunset over the calm wave’s 

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“The setting sun, against the soft flashing waves, is a total cliche of sorts” Gun Roswell 

Sunset over the calm wave’s 

Watching the setting sun across the waves of total calm, trying to stay warm with the last moments of those special rays, I have been feeling all day, and soon I will have to let go of it all, but for now, I will enjoy this perfect moment in time, when it’s just me, myself and I, and with the feeling of just fine, and doing so with a big smile, as this short while, is really all I got, before the darkness consumes it all, the light completely gone, until the next morn brings a new dawn. And then once again, I will be able to watch all the reflections of the sunny rays on the surface of the waters, whether they be calm or restless, it is simply is the way of nature. Then again who could argue against it, as it is happening whether we like it or not, but just going with the flow of it, is the  best bet and then let, all the changes of the day, effect yourself in a good way.

Winter sunset reflected

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“The sunset, no matter the season, is always more than expected“ Gun Roswell 

Winter sunset reflected

The frozen windows glossy and shining, with the last light of the daily sun, while setting for the night, but the last rays reflected there, on the glass surface as if for a spare, to hold on to the light a moment longer before loosing the fight to the coning of the dark night. Meanwhile, rejoicing in the reflections are those dwellers whom are tucked away safely behind the luminous windows the rays of the setting sun were touching upon, as if being sun kissed until the good night would lead them to rest, forever basking in the sunlight even in the darkest of the nights, at least that is the internal sensation left, by a few errant rays, leaving the dwellers in such a state of bliss, they cannot be missed by anyone the might meet between the setting sun and the riding of the beam of light until the very next morning as if to begin a new day even if there was no sun except that which reminded within, the ray of pure sunshine do divine it carried on in the souls of the dwellers below.

Mäkkylä Finland

The tall shadows of winter

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“The tall shadows of a low hanging sun in the winter time look gorgeous, but scary too”
Gun Roswell 

The tall shadows of winter

First snow fell, heavily onto big piles, all over, the grey ground
Not one single spot of dirt, or other matter, was there, to be found
And as the sun started shining, on one slow afternoon leaving
Tall shadows across the snow in its wake, making shiny sparkles
Like tiny little diamonds, so gorgeous, that all those of us looking
At them, could for a fading moment enjoy the captivating spell
Of this one and bright winters day, after the long and cruel darkness
Broken if only for a tiny fraction of time, and then feeling fine
Almost divine, until it was once again, completely, and totally dark
But even after the bright sun was gone, remaining only, was
That one and hopeful spark, that one day soon, after the moon
Had gone to sleep, the sun would come back, and then maybe, stay
Forever, and then all of us dwellers could spend all of their days
Counting the newly formed, and various kind of shapely shadows
Sometimes tall, more often times short, but the hope of the light
No matter if it was shining bright, was in their own hearts, forever

Calmest after the storm has passed

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“The storm has finally past, and the sun is setting over the darkening horizon, but, this moment will not last as there is surely a new storm on the rising“ Gun Roswell

Calmest after the storm has passed

The skies were clearing up, the greys of the day no longer on display. Instead, a calming blue hue a compassed the horizon, indicating the rising of a sunset, soon to paint the skies red, but before that would happen and the moon would take its place up there lighting the glowing sphere of land and water, the warming rays of the sun peeking out before it was time to turn out the lights, lulling those dwellers large and small to a sense of security, that no matter what kind of events causing turmoil and scare and panic, usually, it would all pass after all these moments would not longer last, than any other of their kind, not the moonlight, not the sunshine or the worst wind factors or even rain mild. Because as of now, it was once again peace and quiet over the lands and waters, and those who were not bothered, by these changes happening around them, would enjoy each and every type, even if it meat that sometimes they needed to fight, for survival, but in the end, all that which was spent, was rewarded with a break of total silence in the calming moment after the storm had passed by, and there was no reminders left high up in the darkening skies.

Red, red evening skies

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“The skies are falling, the skies are falling, and they have now gone totally red!” Gun Roswell 

Red, red evening skies

The sun is nearly setting, very low in the skies, as it’s the season of revise, where nature and the rest, are preparing for the upon coming quest of darkness, rain of several ind and grey coloured nests. But, for today still, the joy of a colour filled globe about to go to slumber, after a days worth of rumble up there shining brightly and now, as the day falls, for a moment the time will stall, as the fiery ball, paints the horizon in the shade of red. And so, all the dwellers standing in total awe, gawking at the setting sun, as a past time, perhaps as a form of fun, because soon enough, there will be no more of these events, for a while at least, as the seasons expectations are those of dark nights and days, filled with somewhat of a dismay. But no matter the strife, as it will last only a while, and then before the warm sun will be seen and felt high up there in the wide skies and several more events of skies red will follow for all our enjoyment.

Red sky in the evening 

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“The red is the colour of the magnificent sunset painted in the sky of the evening’s moment high” Gun Roswell 

Red sky in the evening 

Fire engine red, someone in the watching crowd said, as we were all gathered for the spectacle of the evening displayed in front of us on the sandy shores, and certainly never a bore was this setting told on a lore, as the sun with a loud roar dropped into the deep waters from the sky above. It was told in a story once in the past and the glory of the moon would create such a blast at least for the duration of the night to last hurling the drowning star deep into the waters far to cool down for a moment until once again in the morning it would rise its crowning head from the watery bed, rays curling up slowly but surely until reaching the highest peak in the bluest of skies then warming us dwellers again with the bright white light for a while until the night once again arrived and the moon would overpower the sun, thus completing the circle of routine once again neither of them really winning the game. But that is just fine as in the end, we truly need them both.

Peeking into a paradise, of sorts

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“When you finally get to glimpse to the paradise you have so long dreamed of, well, it might not be exactly what you thought it would be, or maybe, it is?” Gun Roswell

Peeking into a paradise, of sorts

The curtain slowly rising from the spot I was doing my spying from, into the one place I was promised to have a glimpse of, the very specific place someone else might call, a paradise, eden, or any other kind of endearing name. But whatever you might call it, it is the very one you may want, your eternity to spend in. And once you find it, you may never want to leave the place, even if you were promised only to have a quick glance, a peek of what might be waiting for you, once the journey you are now on, is completed. 

So, why not enter that place right now you may ask? Well, as we all know, nothing is meant to last, not the path we are on and maybe not even the end goal. So, for now, maybe it is enough, to get that one small glimpse into the future which might be there waiting, before you can go back to the daily life you are living until it is time to get inside that promised paradise. So, do put on that smile, as even if it takes a while, you still have a place in the so called paradise you seek.