Tracks on the surface of the icy lake to follow

“There are so many tracks out there, on the surface and everywhere, that someone, without a compass will most certainly get totally lost!“ Gun Roswell

Tracks on the surface of the icy lake to follow

There are plenty of tracks on the icy snow of the covered lake in winter, some of them can be easily followed while others are buried deeper under the overlapping freshly made ones, but as there is no need to wallow in making the decision as it is as easy as precision, as from the chaos becomes order, if you only concentrate on the one set to make your own way, and once that choice is made, the path ahead, will be led to wherever you need to go.

So, when the selected tracks are in view, and the excitement is pretty new, wanting to simply run as fast as possible, never minding the obstacles, but before you do, just take a few moments to consider that the goal is not fading away and there is a lot of time to slay, and then, with a few steps move along, taking it slow, enjoying the ride while on the track side, as for now, the hurry will only cause worry, and after all, the steps small, will eventually save time.

Skiing along the snowy lake

Finland

“The sun is finally shining, so stop that whining and get outside, grab a pair of skates or skis and see where life will lead” Gun Roswell 

Skiing along the snowy lake

The winter might be harsh and cold, but for the dating and bold, but it still has a lot to offer.

It is as simple as if you are willing to put on some warm clothing, then picking up that most favourite sport thing, a pair of skates perhaps, or some skis from the old shed, where your memory has you led, of all those fun filled days of yesteryear, when there was no fear at all to try on some winter’s fun, perhaps playing a game on the ice or riding down hill a sleigh ever so fine.

But those days are gone now and you can feel it in the old bones., complaining and creaking and done place soft and warm seeking, but before you completely let go of those almost forgotten dreams, why not take one more ride, just along the frozen stream, let the child within run free for the moment, as not all life needs to be dreary and torment.

So, whatever fancy’s there for the winter’s fun, just get it done, before it is too late and filled your mind with regret will be from now on.

Fresh tracks on the white blanket

“There is something out there, outside the window. It was uncovered this morning, and as the fresh footfalls clearly indicate, them being left there in the crisp snow“ Gun Roswell

Fresh tracks on the white blanket 

The early morning sun shine, which as per its usual was shining rather bright despite the time of the year with only so many hours to spare. Revealing though, in its wake, several interesting looking tracks clearly during the night having been made. Those fresh ones now visible from the upper window view, as the snow had covered most of the ground and hiding everything else, except those marks made a few. They looked like someone had made it out there, either in the darkness of the night or then in the early morning light, skiing across the earlier asphalted streets, but now accessible by other means. But no matter if it was a human with those wooden boards, making their way to work or perhaps just for leisure strolling the hood, or something more exotic was on the loose, like an animal with really large hoofs. Still, without proof, as to whom it had been, it was much more of a guess work now, a mystery of sorts, waiting itself to be revealed. 

Freshly made tracks in the early morning

“The ski tracks, in the freshly fallen snow, nothing lack, until the wind blows” Gun Roswell

Freshly made tracks in the early morning

Early morning, just at dawn
Something odd, into the soft white ground fall
The flakes so thin, so delicate
In beauty they will nothing lack
But a deep cut into the very core
Will make the gorgeous blanket sore
As the devices made out of plastic
Cut deep into the delicate blanket
Leaving scars a while lasting
A shadowy darkness over the softness casting
Bleeding, without healing
Until the sky breaks into tears
And healing soft flakes
The opens wounds place takes

Freshly made tracks in the snow

“The ski tracks, in the freshly fallen snow, nothing lack, until the wind blows” Gun Roswell

Freshly made tracks in the snow

Early morning, just at dawn
Something odd, into the soft white ground fall
The flakes so thin, so delicate
In beauty they will nothing lack
But a deep cut into the very core
Will make the gorgeous blanket sore
As the devices made out of plastic
Cut deep into the delicate blanket
Leaving scars a while lasting
A shadowy darkness over the softness casting
Bleeding, without healing
Until the sky breaks into tears
And healing soft flakes
The opens wounds place takes