A nightly window view in winter

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“The snow, makes all the difference, don’t you think” Gun Roswell

It was once again that time of the season, when for some reason
The expectance of having some much needed snow on the ground
Even if the weather forecast predicted it was nowhere to be found
But those hopeful ones, who dared to wish and upon a star dish
Their deepest and most sacred desires, before they would expire
And so, as the night time once again, like every day, on time fell
Some of the fans of winter, remained seated, by the window sill
And all of a sudden, all their wishes were granted, to the very hilt
As the solemn flakes of frozen ice, across the chilly air, were spied
And where there was one, soon enough, more would definitely follow
Leaving the autumn, grey dull coloured ground anything but hollow
And in the early morning hours, gleeful the cheers of big and small
Were heard where ever anyone looked out of their windows small
The snow had finally landed, and the season just got a whole lot grander

A Winter kind of Weather

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“The weather is always at its worst, on Mondays, oh how I don’t like Mondays or was it, just winter?“ Gun Roswell

The green of the soggy ground, soon another kind of cover found
As the soft white of the snow, today, made its early and neat bow
The Monday kind of grey, soon turned to a ride in an old school sleigh
With odd sounds filling the airs, in the form of some kind of cheers
This day of mundane, was turning out to be, a very special type of day
And maybe, just maybe, that is thanks, to the now growing banks
Of this cold and white powder of substance, all over and everywhere
But not saying this out of despair, even if it really, is not that rare
To have all that snow, all over the floors, at this time of year, so near
To the favourite of all seasons, and that being the most and only reason
Putting up, with all this huff and puff of the white, now making the outside
Picturesque, no less than it was a few moments ago, or even yesterday
When the whole world was covered, in total non fashion kind of grey
So, welcome oh dear snow, hope you will bring so much fun in tow
But remember to melt away, as soon, as the winter’s sun hits play!

Weather, thou art a heartless bitch

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“It’s just rain, right?” Gun Roswell

Weather, thou art a heartless bitch

Oh you deceitful heartless wench

Pouring your cold rain for us to drench

Tiny drops kept smiling

All the while you were cunning

The plot most foul and cruel

Changing us from fun to gloom

Summer how ever long it stayed

Has finally shown it’s ugly face 

Weather as cold as can be

Puddles of water

For our flip flops slaughter

As far as the eyes can see

Gone are the days of wonder

What is beyond there

Maybe some sun shine?

Oh that would be just fine!

But oh dear weather

Thou certainly art a heartless bitch!

Window view – the imaginary scenery

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“I don’t think I can ever get tired of the scenery outside my window” Gun Roswell

Window view – the imaginary scenery

The many lands, the foreign vistas, the great unknown and all the open possibilities
For the exploration, to what ever lies outside, these empty and dull suburban streets
Behind the frames of this view, ever changing, but still, mostly, the same remaining
Window with the most perfect view, at least in my mind, leaving me feeling, never, ever blue
As I sit at the sidelines, in my usual comfortable seat and think of the open wide
World, just at reach, at least, in my mind, out there, outside, I cannot help but smile
As I gently lull myself into a dream state lazy, and then travelling to all the places
Wherever my own imagination dares me to carry, smoothly, never in any kind of hurry
Having always the perfect amount of time, to explore, to see, to feel, to live in it all
Even if it is never, well really, quite real, it is still, a trip or sorts, out there
Never leaving the comfort of these walls of my sombre home, still, never really alone
Not at least, when visiting these, far away lands in my mind, for the perfect scenery to find

The views ever changing 

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“The winter weather never ceases to amaze the onlooker, the changes happening on an almost daily bases, from warm to cold and snow to sleet, and this only during one week” Gun Roswell

The views ever changing 

The window view is never boring, the scenery always and forever changing, while every day bringing something new to see, the many faces of winter some say is way too fleeing a season, even if it seems to be lasting forever at least from the point of view of the viewer, having seen nothing but the varied stages of sleet, snow, ice and the same all over again for several months on end. But the scene set before the large frame of the glass, seems to still have something new to show every day passing, whether the sprinkles of ice frozen there until the plus degrees causes them so melt and instead, the trickles of water form patterns changing for each passing moment. So, guess there can be no complaints of why and how long the winter here will stay, at least not to those enjoying watching the views from the warm and comfortable inside, even if there is a snowy winter mess out side waiting to be explored, that is if you dare to take the trip out there, maybe find out even more of the changes.

The Looking Glass

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“The reflections from the inside out and outside in, all coming together in a perfect mix“ Gun Roswell

The Looking Glass

The perfect view, from here to there and back again, the thin glass the only divide between, separating that which is here on the inside, to that which remains on the outside

Equal are they all in time, no matter where those left might reside, the reflections, as they are not there to divide, rather parse it all together, into a common guide

It’s all setting the scene, that not all as it was it seems, but whatever you want it to be, so do not trust your eyes, rather feel, the universe around you as nothing, is real.

Wintery View

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“The nightly view from the window, with the reflected hues of the lights, shining through the darkness, against the snow and star lit skies“ Gun Roswell

Wintery View

The night upon, no sleep for the weary, so what to do while trying to stay strong? 

Perhaps take a peek through the closed curtains, maybe there is something new?

Gasp! Sigh. What the F..ye?

Does my own eyes lie?

All that snow!

Oh boy, and a loud Doh!

Too much, of anything, good or bad is not really a thing of which a song would be proper of to sing.

Even with the holiday season approaching fast, this, this thing, the white fluffy stuff…

It’s way too much!
At least at this time of year, and I fear, it will stay there for a moment too long.

And then, the spring months are upon and still, the snow and cold there remain.

Like the naughty and dirty large stain.

And whom of this all can we blame?

Ourselves I guess, for causing this overall change.

Some kind of window view (from the past)

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“Take a peek through the ole looking glass and tell me what you see” Gun Roswell

Some kind of window view (from the past)

The view from a window, found somewhere in the midst of a travelling on the low, in an old school village, built by some ancestral people settling there before time itself was founded, well, at least so many years ago, cannot even make the count, but it does not matter, as this was all someone’s home and now, a treasure trove for us, so called modern people.

But, as you take a seat inside the shadowy home, the darkness the main event, no matter if the sun is still shining, the window sill beckoning, to take a peek to the outside, finding no people, no streets, only calming vistas, the homestead from a long ago, peaceful.

Staring through the looking glass, visions from the past emerge, the children playing, the animals roaming without restraints, simple life, simple times, it was all back then, the sense of family and belonging, across the times spent, at least in the imagination of the onlooker.

The stormy snowy wintery weather 

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“The weather is totally messed up these days, guess we are all in for a huge big climate change” Gun Roswell 

The stormy snowy wintery weather 

The image seen, when looking out the window, a messy kind of scene, unexpected on many levels as the dream, for a fun filled winter’s day now in a pile of gooey stuff lay, as the plans of a fun filled snow day flew literally out the window upon seeing the horrid marks left on the window like someone had blown all the sleet haphazardly on the go, smashing and smushing it all, and the winds blowing with so much gusto, were creaking inside the sills and doorways, even tapping on the tin of the roofs, complaining of too much noise as the levels not the choice for a calm winter day, but despite the dismay, it was still great for those whom inside would stay, perhaps in front of the warming fires to lay, read a book or watch a movie, just something soothing for the nerves at the weekend as messing with the outside weather would not be a good option, not today, not when the storms were making their concoctions out of the snow, rain and ice, definitely nothing too nice.

Nightly window view in Winter

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“The snow, makes all the difference, don’t you think” Gun Roswell

Nightly window view in Winter

It was once again that time of the season, when for some reason
The expectance of having some much needed snow on the ground
Even if the weather forecast predicted it was nowhere to be found
But those hopeful ones, who dared to wish and upon a star dish
Their deepest and most sacred desires, before they would expire
And so, as the night time once again, like every day, on time fell
Some of the fans of winter, remained seated, by the window sill
And all of a sudden, all their wishes were granted, to the very hilt
As the solemn flakes of frozen ice, across the chilly air, were spied
And where there was one, soon enough, more would definitely follow
Leaving the autumn, grey dull coloured ground anything but hollow
And in the early morning hours, gleeful the cheers of big and small
Were heard where ever anyone looked out of their windows small
The snow had finally landed, and the season just got a whole lot grander