The Winter’s Moon

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“The moon comes out, no matter the time of the year, it does not care, just because it can, it will, appear.” Gun Roswell

The Winter’s Moon

The moon shining in the early evening hours, having come out, from behind the curtains, not really having been hiding, just, hanging up there, waiting for the right moment, to make its appearance, now that sun doesn’t dominate the skies, as it is, winter time and so, taking its special place, for the length of the nigh, being at its fullest, which is always nice.

And so all of us moon worshipers gathering out there, in the cold night air, simply to be able to pay homage and howl at the round moon.

The way down

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“Take the steps one at the time and trust in that you will be fine, as wherever you end up, just remember to smile” Gun Roswell

The way down

The steps ahead leading to a place, somewhere else than where you stand right now as no one really in stays, in the same allotted time and space and so, daring to take the first step is the beginning of a long and lingering journey, with plenty more stairs to share, but as long as keeping in mind the burning flare, the one deep inside, the world, galaxy open wide will become the travelled path which for an eternity will last.

The watcher on the ledge

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“The small bird keeps on singing its song all day long, but, are you really listening?“ Gun Roswell 

The watcher on the ledge

The bird who on the ledge keeps on sitting, sometimes it might be singing, but often times, only watching, observing, taking notes, of all those around and below, just in the hopes, that maybe, someone would sometime read them and then, maybe learn from the past experiences of all the others making their mistakes, which this observer of a kind, has painstakingly recorded for all mankind, for the future reference for a much needed learning experience in them to find.

So, next time around, when you spot a bird, on the higher ground, sitting on the ledge up there, maybe even singing a few songs, for your pleasure, just to make you feel safe, and then give you some much needed strength, even for the moment as theses birds are there only to replay, those past events in the form of a song. And whether you are listening in to the wisdom in there is really up to you, so please do, listen carefully, and maybe you can learn something important too.

The waiting maid by the door

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“Those who served in the past, with little or none in compensation and with too much to do, never a moment to their own, only a resting place in the end” Gun Roswell

The waiting maid by the door

The young woman stood there, by the door, not sure whether she could step inside, onto the floor, after all, she was there only for one purpose, to serve, the family, those who would have her, a labourer for the day, working for minimal wage.

She wasn’t educated by any means, but what she lacked in knowledge, she always managed to compensate with courage and hard labour, never the one to shy away from any given task, no matter how hard and long it would last.

When the working day was done, staring in the early morning hours and ending by nightfall, when the rest of the family had fallen, sleep catching, as only then was she allowed to take a rest, for a few hours until the next arriving day break.

This circle of her life went on for years to come, until she was finally done, getting a proposal from the farmer’s son and off and married she was, not her goal in life, but way back when, this was how a woman’s life was spent… or then again, perhaps, it wasn’t in the so distant past after all?

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 Spotlight Seat

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“The spotlight is always there, on you, wherever you may want to take a respite, a seat in peace and quiet, someone is always, watching every single time, that is the curse, of the spot!“ Gun Roswell

The Spotlight Seat

The seat in the shadows, in a silent and secure spot, supposedly, away from prying eyes, from the many gazes of those whom might thing, taking a respite, is proof of lazy, that anyone wanting to simply sit for a while, letting all others pass by, is something, totally wild and should never be done?

But how wrong are they? As even if for a moment, legs up, butt down you may stay, in that one secure spot chosen for a moment, perhaps, if lucky enough, for a day? As sometimes, taking some time off from it all, as time will never stall, no matter how badly you may want it, it’s a piece of shit, time that is, and never lets you forget, who it is in charge.

So, before those stalkers around, will let you forget, that they are always there, always vigilant and watching, just, close your eyes, never mind the spices, enjoy the little while, in the spotlight of a seat, ignore the heated gazes of the rest of them, and simply concentrate, on the special moment,  for the short spell.

May the 4th be with you!

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May the 4th be with you!

In a galaxy far far away
To the dark side you may stray
Because you just wanted a holiday
A little weekend escape
With the stormtroopers parade
Just stay in the shade

But after hanging out with Vader
He would surely be the traitor
Hogging all the toilet paper
And sending you to meet your maker
You realized sooner or later
…It was time to flee this theatre

Back on track with team Yoda, 
Or these days, even Baby Yoda
I may be missing the scotch and soda
Laying lazily on a soft sofa
But soon it will be time for yoga
And later on TV some Oprah
Who said I could not fill my quota!

Happy Star Wars day to one and all!
And may the Force be with you, always!

The Snow and the Bike

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“There is nothing to riding a bike, in winter, on the snow, on ice… slippery slides ahead!“ Gun Roswell

The Snow and the Bike

The snowy ride on a bike, can be a strife, unless you have prepped properly, for the weathers ahead, the snow, the ice, the sleet, the frozen degrees, well, guess winter tires are just what you seek?

Then the ride smooth will be, unless, the road ahead, is frozen over several times and the tracks are filled with all kinds of rocky slime and grime? 

Well, whatever the weather might just throw the bikers way, rest assured they will simply not care as biking is most certainly in their blood and well, peddling up and down?

The Road Clear Ahead

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“The road quite clear, now that the plow towards it had steered, vacuuming away all that snow” Gun Roswell

The Road Clear Ahead

The main road, leaving towards towns and even destination unknown, was filled with snow, suddenly having poured, over night

What a total fright!

But hey, it’s all alright, now that the plow has arrived

Working hard, no one single part, not even the very sides

The offensive snow, soon hauled away, even if it is just for a while there

As soon enough, a new front will arise and more snow will be on the way

But for now all ahead is perfectly clear

From very far away and even near

The road ahead, simply waiting for the travellers to get on instead of waiting 

Perhaps even hesitating, whether to hit that path towards vistas familiar and unknown

And so now, it will be easy enough

As nothing really too rough awaits 

No need to carry a shovel, unless, to some non-plowed road you want to travel

May Day!

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“The day fir workers to relax? To enjoy some time off? Well, I know I’m still working so?” Gun Roswell

May Day!

“May Day! May Day!”
The clock blared
As the alarm went off
I woke up with a scoff
“What the F…!”
As this, was supposed to be my day off!

Clearing my throat, with a cough
I quickly got up, in a huff and a puff
Waking, this early in the morning, was tough

I looked at the clock on the wall
Figuring some way, to stall
But the only option, was my ass outside to haul

First view from the window
Did my foggy mind blow
As I rubbed my eyes, little did I know
The only thing I would see, was more snow

What the hell was going on?
I thought May was summer’s dawn
But this plan has one big flaw
The winter has raised its ugly claw

It must have been because of the weather
My alarm clock had made this error
Waking me up early, knowing
I only, could this task endeavour

So now, it was up to me
The land and air rid of the freeze
To bring forth the sunshine and warm breeze
Just had to figure out, how this task to seize!

If I only had powers of magic
I would just pull out some gimmick
But unfortunately, my witchery has a limit

So, for now, I just taped on an image
Onto the window with a view quite idyllic
A summery green meadow,
The warmer weathers to mimic