Beach side under the parasol do I smile

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“The sunny days long and endless, but on this beach, laying like a beached whale, I could care less about leaving this place” Gun Roswell

Beach side under the parasol do I smile

The sandy shores, might give someone else a bore, but for me, on this day of sunshine and blue skies, my only chore, is to simply stay put, lay on my back and enjoy the laid back atmosphere, unafraid of being judged of being too lazy or square, simply because I want nothing else to do on my day off, than just be, without any kind of huff or scoff. 

There are no agendas, no to-do lists, not one other thing exists, here on this beach, under the parasol under the mighty sol, where I rest my weary head, just because of instead being the one running amok back home, trying to get the seasonal festival up and running, something which seems now totally funny, as to the effort put for only a three day puff.

But not this time around, as I have found my peace finally here, on this sandy and calm beach, where I intend to rest my lazy body and head, for the foreseeable few days of time off, and not have a care in the world.

Sunshine on a Mundane Monday

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“It is great to find magic in the mundane, especially on a sad day of Monday” Gun Roswell

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Sunshine on a Mundane Monday

Look, who decided finally to show up
And for a while there I was starting
To get all upset and wound up!

Then quickly, I am up from the tub
Grabbing a hold of my favourite cup
And then towards the outside,
With a set of a few huffs and puffs
I dare to go
And yeah, none too slow!

Just before, that is, 
My all time favourite show
On the television, is up!
As the sun decided to turn up
Way too late of the day
Much to all those waiting
And now complaining!
But hey, it’s Monday
So what did you expect!?

All kinds of shade

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“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.

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

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

Under cover, under the parasol, under the sun

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“Hiding, my face and my self, from the bright sun, under the sheltering parasol“ Gun Roswell

Under cover, under the parasol, under the sun

From the deepest recesses, of this, these days virtual travellers own mind
Thinking of, all of the warm summers passed, and always with a big smile
When lying, on the sandy beach, everything off, completely, out of reach
Only thinking of, what and then when would be the time for the next eat
Alas, not everything around and under this scorching sun is a total slack
As swimming, walking, writing and reading, is part of each days list of tasks
But the one thing, even enough sun block can win, is the one simple fact
That too much sun, can give a dweller out and about each day an attach
Of the said sun and that cannot be too much fun, so best bet to do to avoid
The trauma causing the traveller to get annoyed, is to stay, under the parasol
Greatly protecting any harmful rays of the on top hovering bright ball, the sol
Besides, there are lots of things to do there, without the need to squint the eyes
Board games, books, and maybe, even the odd iPad to track, some of the lives
Left behind in the homeland, as the traveller, is on a holiday, for the duration
And, if and when asked, they would simply answer without any kind of hesitation
“I have earned this leave, and will stay here, until I totally need to leave!”

Under the burning sun

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“It’s so hot and bright, it’s way too sunny, and I am not waring my shades!” Gun Roswell

Under the burning sun

The burning sensations on the pale skin
Some say, that being here, like this, is a sin
Stripped down to the very basics 
A layer of thin cloth strapped around the slick
Oiled up body now splayed for all to see
On this sandy and none too secluded sea

Yes, it is again that time of the year
When finally able to shed all that fear
Of wearing nothing but a skimpy outfit
Even if on a far away private beach
But the shame of it all has been stalled
As the sun beckons under its power to fall

No matter, if someone wants to run an tatter
A tale of the odd ones out there, under the sphere
Of the golden and oh so bright light
Laying there, all days on end, their times spent
In dull motionless moments, without moving 
The angry mockers their constant torment

But they do not care, of the long stares
Because this is the time for nothing
The nothing of the very moment spent
Under the lazy sun, without talking
Without thinking, simply laying, eating
Drinking, the troubles away, because hey!
It’s that time of the year!

Sunday in the shade

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“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 sun, but, under the parasol

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“There is just something so fun, laying, under the bright sun, but only, if I have my parasol, where I lay down without being too dull!” Gun Roswell

Under the sun, but, under the parasol 

The sun is shining, so brightly, against the blue of the sky
Nothing or no other experience in life, makes me really, smile
As does this meteorological phenomena do, to little ol’ moi
When I have made the trek to the beach, for the day encore en foi 
But this is not just about throwing some French around
But rather,  to enjoy a day, resting, even if lying, on the ground
A day at the beach, in theory at least, is a plan totally sound
But if the heat gets a tad too much to resist, and groaning out loud
Becomes the permanently made, teeth grinding non-vowels
Then it is that time, when the parasol comes to play
Quickly setting up the plastic colourful monstrosity to full display
Never mind the outlook, it’s fine because I myself won’t look
At the contraption, now above my very large head, slightly shook
Because, I will be happy on this one day of summer no matter what
Even with all them flies and other types, I away have to swat
This one single day I have earned with much work and sweat
So I will be damned if the heat or what ever other problem might me let
Feel less of fun, or any other type of good feeling 
As I lay here, watching the day, pass me by, leading
Towards the hopefully calm and setting sun for the evening
When I will leave this place, with a smile on my face

Until next year, when I get one day off and to the beach, once again trot
With my parasol naturally, so I can enjoy, the sun, fully!

Basking in the Sun

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“Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine” Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

Basking in the Sun

The working day has begun
Must admit it, just no fun
Looking out the window
Seeing cold weather and snow

Just for a moment
My mind wanders
Back to holidays
Back to the time
When I was
Basking in the sun

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Spring kind of weather, it really is!

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“In the Spring,
I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours”
Mark Twain

Spring kind of weather, it really is!

The grass, looking oh so green
It is finally that time, the time of spring
All them colourful birds, do so loudly sing…

But, then,
Out of the total and unexpected blue
Bigger than life, some of them football size
(honestly!)
Totally white and really cold snowballs
From the now greyed out open skies, start to fall

WTF?

Well, you expected a change in the weather
And, this, this is certainly spring kind of weather!