“The holidays have ended and the weather changed too, what are the odds!” Gun Roswell
The end of the holiday season
The ever consuming darkness on the outside Needs to be shedding, with some much needed light All the small decorative candles flickering bright On the window shill, I once painted white
As I watch the weather in constant turmoil I venture back to the days with seasonal joy The ground always covered with so much snow When going outside was fun with only a toboggan in tow
Alas those days may have passed And the changing seasons are of the past But somehow the silent smog outside the window It is still comforting enough, even with a little wind blow
“The views from the windows in winter time are simply breathtaking, then again, if you venture to the cold weather outside, then your breath will most certainly be taken!” Gun Roswell
Winter’s window view
The views of the early morning or even mid afternoon, before the darkness arrives in the later time of the day, the sun shining, brightly, for once at least in the middle of this season, the blue skies and fluffy whites up there and the crispness of the cool and cold winter’s air, all those combined, sure do make a wonderful find, when every once in a while, you will remember to look outside the window, the views magnificently monochromic, compared to anything from the summer, but in contrast, these are the times, you don’t mind going back to, in the very heat of the warm season for sure. So, take a good long look, even if it is just the street and the neighbours nook, all covered with the snowy feature, a very cold but still somehow warm blanket of the season, reminding us all, it is time to take it slow and energise ourselves, before the other seasons with warmer weather will soon follow.
“The sun only now rising, even if I have been working for several hours” Gun Roswell
Early morning office hours
It was still very dark, when I first arrived to the setting where office type of working is usually done, and not really the kind of fun, rather something where the laughter is reduced to stun. And the darkness outside, even when seated at the window quite large, does not do too much, as there is nothing to see, not even the bluest of calming seas.
But, luckily, after several hours of arduous labour, there is a somewhat of a nice surprise behind the glass, as the sun has decided to pay a visit, and the rise of it is once again something quite exquisite, leaving the onlooker in a warm fuzzy feeling, the rays lightening the mood, from brooding to smiling widely, and that is a thing not happening very lightly.
So, after several moments of practically bathing in the shining sun, the working day does not seem so totally glum anymore and all the many boring chores, are getting done, while singing a chorus, or at least in the minds of the worker, as they gingerly go on with all their daily duties.
“We Finns call it the “Taka-talvi”, loosely translated as backslash winter, not fun at all, especially in the supposed spring month of March, that is just so hard!“ Gun Roswell
Snow, behind the very window
Snow, snow, snow, let it snow! But hey, it’s already the month of March, so stop pouring that garbage onto our small suburban, still quite large backyard! (to whomever is listening in). Yeah, you heard me, enough is enough and I am not acting tough here, by any means. Simply telling it as seen over here.
Though, to be honest, the last time shovelling the white stuff, cursing enough is enough, it might have been something the weather deities took to their hearts and out of spite, started pushing more of it, simply to show their might. And hey, on the record: that is not nice! (Shaking fist).
Well, today, after some more work out there, trying all them tricks out of the old sleeve, to rid of the pestering freely flowing white stuff of a thing, which even songs some people about like to sing, at least during X-mas time, go figure, what might be the trigger there! Maybe some state of shock or similar set of mind, trying to be kind here.
“Well, It’s worked so far, but we are not off yet!” Was the snide comment just said, as after the driveway was finally plowed, once again free of the snow, which miles on end you can see, at least, during this time of the year, which is not winter anymore, but Spring, so go ahead, try a song out that sing. It really stopped being funny several moments ago!
“Looks pretty, the outside with sunshine, snow and freezing temperatures, at least when stalking it from the warm inside“ Gun Roswell
Early morning hours
It looked really cool, the sunshine and the blue Reflected off the snow, in all the colours hues The sunshine, totally awesome and sublime Combined, the wintry scene storybook divine…
Alas, when checking what is the outside temperature Today, well below the degrees of zero, way too irregular To have good enough wardrobe to even make it Out there without several times changing to fit What ever nature is about to throw your way on this day So, the decision, becoming very clear and easy Rather then into so many restricting layers to squeeze in Closing quickly the curtains and deciding of staying Inside in the darkened room, where it is always cozy As the other option of blinding lights and frozen skin Is not as attempting at all, as the scene just seen Through the window wide, but that is all quite fine As now, I’ve got the nice and scenic picture to dwell on During those hot summer days when the complain is strong
“Sparkly things all over the windows, must be freezing weather out there!” Gun Roswell
Icy art covering my windows
The rain filed weather front in the early evening, soon was stalled, as the temperatures suddenly dropped. Quickly and without warning, falling, below zero, to the point of freezing. The droplets earlier landing onto the glass of the windows, thrown all over haphazardly by the raging storm, were now frozen solid, to a unified cover very strong.
But as if I watched them glistening in the early morning sun, the patterns emerged, looking like so much fun. As if an artwork of sorts had been swiftly painted, onto the otherwise dull and see through pane. The various small flakes rearranged into various shapes, so many of them there, it was like they were alive as they kept on the change, until the suns warming heat them slowly but surely melted, away.
“I don’t think I can ever get tired of the scenery outside my window” Gun Roswell
Window views, with 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
“It’s all covered now, the paths to which ever way, nothing to do now, except to slap on a pair of skis to get moving” Gun Roswell
The snowy tracks to follow
A surprise of a winter, put quite the proverbial splinter on our sides, as all the roads disappeared quickly over night. Now, every which way you look, piles and piles of snow each and every place overtook just in a matter of hours, with all the heavy snowy showers. But even if the regular transports, such as cars, bikes, buses and even trains, would be out of order, leaving the weary traveller in disdain. Well, do I have a perfect solution for you, call it, somewhat, old school.
What is it then, that would let you fly across a snowy mountain? Downhill way, is certainly the best escape, from a regular two or four wheeled ride, when you speed ahead with a smile. Or maybe, the exercising lately, has been neglected somewhat, but with this solution, all those so called problems, will be gone by the end of the day. So, here is the deal: slap on a pair of two wooden planks and strap them into your boots, then add two sticks to gain the forward momentum needed and stability to maintain. Yes, they are also known as skis, so, simple right?
“The snow, makes all the difference, don’t you think” Gun Roswell
Nightly window view
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
“Look, through the window, look outside, into, the open world wide!” Gun Roswell
Look out!
Above these fluffiest of clouds, ever so high Life, all the way so fast, passing me by On these biggest of wings, on the fly Looking out, for any and all of the signs Of maybe, some kind of, extraordinary life But, for me, here, today, the only thing I can see Are the endless mountains and maybe, the sea
In the open waters of the far away archipelago On an barren island, totally for myself, borrowed The life, is passing by, so utterly and unbelievable slow The weather constantly changing, from sun to flow Of so much rain, against all of the open windows And, without much of anything, really to do On this forsaken world and in my small bungalow
A suburban afternoon, spent, inside as once again, barred From the common place of a playground, on the large yard So, the only pass time for now, is to watch the life, through My oh so very small and shadowed window, with a view But, the place, is seemingly at least for today, deserted As there are simply, no people or any kind of sounds, reverberated Through the concrete build, of this community, of suburbia
Waiting, once again, same as every day, for the always delayed lift After a long and really hard (and absolutely shitty) work shift Feeling bored, and maybe, this is really not the time for any of it But I am always interested, in any kind of happening, totally hip So, once again, spending time, watching, through the panoramic windows As the lift car downwards shifts and I am able to better see the show Starting on the streets, at this hour of the ever, life so interesting, I go And join the others there, instead of just standing by the window and stare
Rantings Of A Third Kind 