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.

Moonrise after sunset

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“The moonrise, something which always makes me smile, even if I love the sunset, but then again, which is better, I cannot really decide“ Gun Roswell

Moonrise after sunset

Sometime after the sun has been setting, and itself to a state of sleep letting, the moon is slowly rising, just there, across the horizon. Its light still faint and bland, nothing compared to the suns shine so grand. But, it does not matter, as its good to dwell in the hazy light, at least, for the length of the night. Dozing off for a moment, and when sleep eludes, then best bet, is to take a glance at the moon. It will make the onlooker smile, even if it is just a crest for tonight. But when it gets to its fullest, then better watch out, as the night sky is never at the dullest. Keep staring at the moon light, at least, once a night and there will never be any doubt or fright, of your path not being lit up, what ever the time. The sun may brighten your days, but the moon will keep your nights in a low level daze, as it truly, has its own flare.

Red as in a gorgeous sunset

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“Nothing more pretty in the late evening sky, as nature painting it red, then adding a pretty sunset, with a whole big sigh, but still, causing a smile“ Gun Roswell 

Red as in a gorgeous sunset

The sky once again painted, in the colour of burning red. The flavours of the colour, easily leaving behind some nice smelling odours, hints of them wafting about long after, it had been the time say goodnight, going to bed, sleeping tight and dreaming, of the next sunset without a bet, would be there, in the stratosphere.

But, it is not just the red of the overall scene, which makes it all worth seeing. It is the epitome of all things beautiful, totally memorable and the one thing, anyone could look forward to at the end of a very long day. A sunset most magnificent, a heavens sent, quite literally, never to be missed.

Sun reflected, just before the setting

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“It’s an odd effect, up there in the sky, especially during this seasonal time, yes, I am talking about the sun” Gun Roswell


Sun reflected, just before the setting

It was an odd effect to say the least, as the January evening sky, filled with such magnificent light. It wasn’t as bright, as those days of summer’s nights spent, watching the skies, hoping for something great to pass us by. Despite the long-lasting darkness, of the Polar Nights effect, which often frightened us, leaving us void of any contact to the eternally burning bright light high up there, in the stratosphere. Then with that one terrifying thought ever present, the sunshine will never again us warm pleasantly. But, today, all doubt could finally be cast aside, as the blue hues out in the open wide skies, burst into a moment of sunshine, just a few though, before a slow and generous colour of bright red, spread all over, making the horizon look like a priced painting stolen, for all to see. This special treat won’t soon most likely repeat, but until next time, this will leave us feeling, just fine.

Some kind of sunset

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“The sun is setting and I am letting, my hair hang down, after all, time too, will stall “ Gun Roswell

Some kind of sunset

It’s not very often, one really gets, to the state of that simple awe
But today, that totally happened, simply, from what I out there, saw
The countryside, the fields, the very open wide, of the high skies
All covered in rays of various blues, oranges, purples, reds and yellows
Making you want to stop and stare and shout out, really loud a “hello!”
This unexpected and odd effect, especially, during the time, of the year
When all is dark and there is nothing there, except maybe, the fear
That the sun will never, ever again turn up, and light our darkened way
But today, it was a special kind of a treat, where the feeling of defeat
And against all the odds and the grey and dull, was lifted for a moment
As if the nature, wanted, us, the dwellers of earth, get out of torment
Then, with a show so spectacular, painted the colours, across the sky
Before retreating, once again, and leaving us, the earth and all, behind

With dust in my tracks

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“I am always leaving fast, with the dust in my tracks” Gun Roswell

With dust in my tracks

When I do leave, a place, any single place
I usually, like to leave, my own mark as well
Be that something permanent, carved on stone
Or, just simple specs of dust, in the air thrown
So, today, when the sun was finally shining
And the wide open roads me gently beckoned
I jumped into my trusted four wheeled steed
And pushed the pedal to the metal for the speed
The dry and sandy path ahead, to an idea lead
To leave a sign of my being here, on this sphere
As I drove down the lane, like a person, insane
The only thing to be seen, as I left the slate clean
Was the thick and ever climbing, spectacular sighting
Of a cloud filled with small grains, forming the dust
Leaving it hanging in the air, until the day fell to rust

From sunrise until sunset, I keep watching the sky

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“Sunrise, painted all the fiery colours, across the visible horizon. As I watched and clearly could smell, the odours, of the burning skies“ Gun Roswell

From sunrise until sunset, I keep watching the sky

The darkest of nights, was slowly, but surely, loosing, the ongoing fight
Against the all high and mighty rising sun, already set on conquering the skies
Alas this battle, was never, ever fought, with conventional swords or knives
But still, constantly present, eternally really, and certainly, a never ending plight

It wasn’t a bad thing though, for those of us, stuck here on the planets below
The ever changing skies, where half of the time it was dark and half of it was light
Helped us on the low, to plan our boring daily lives, divided, by amount of work and sleep 
And maybe, to add there a slight slice, of something a little bit of fun, in between

So each and ever single day, the sun, the moon, the stars, in the skies kept on their play
For us mere mortals down here, to enjoy the spectacle each and every day over the skies on display
And if we are to be lucky, the sun light will never fade away completely
Just for the night time, when all of us need some time for sleeping