“The night or the day, no matter which way you decide to cypher it, the moon is out there, hanging above even if somewhat dimly lit“ Gun Roswell
The moon was out, hanging above in the clear blue sky, nothing there to spy, not really, but it could have as easily have been in the middle of the night, as the light, was so dim.
Either because of the timing, being that of summer, the day never ending, and so day or night, all the same, as the sun and moon together keeps on spinning.
Or then, it was the day of a ver dark and dreary autumn month, the shades blurring in together, to each other, the shadow, the light, all the grey shades of neither and then both, the monochrome, the noir, all of it one simple colour.
Whatever it is you see up there with your own bare eyes, is the truth, whether the sky is blue, or pitch black dark, the moon is always there, looking mighty smart.
Autumn descended, over the land of green The colours still vibrant, more gorgeous than ever seen But, the one constant shade, in this, all Whether winter, spring, summer of even fall Is the one, of the coolest and deepest, of blues Still, hovering, over the stormy seas, as the one true hue The solemn colour of decor, clothing or even the mind When the world around you, has not been, that kind
Alas, being blue, singing the blues, is not as bad as you may think Especially, when reflecting the calm hue, over that kitchen sink It is a reminder, of those warm and sunny lazy summer days Where the time by the seashores of the more, were spent in a daze Now, reminiscing, those nostalgic times, some bad some just fine Some of them even spent, by the waters edge, sipping, cheap wine So, if you now, decide to spend your time, in all the blues Then hey, there are always silver linings, to each and every colour’s hue!
Roaming around the Hood Because the weather was really good Clouds floating in the blue sky Wishing if only I could fly The sun warm on my skin Melting the coldest of Finns Colours burning bright Ideas taking flight Snap, click, snap, click Hoping to score some great pics So here they are I didn’t walk too far But still got a great bunch In a time it takes to have lunch
“The colours simply inviting, to take a seat, even if it might be, in the middle of a busy street“ Gun Roswell
The streets of the small city, not really something too giddy, simply a stop on a route of a larger tour, trying to pack in as much to see as possible
But, the quaint and colourful respites all around the city’s streets, might just peek, the curiosity, to either find more of them, or then, to simply take a load off, after all, the tour is rather tough
Whether you will find more of these seats, spread across the many and narrow streets, rest assured, those snaps you might just have clicked, will be the source of plenty of likes, perhaps on the internets, or simply at a long evening’s travel recap
“The cat, a superior being in everyday, trustful, loyal and always polite… wait a minute! That is the description, mostly, of a dog! Oh well, a few white lies never hurt anyone!“ Gun Roswell
The cat who on the street corner sat in a cool looking hat, and with an attitude that of a worldly guide then promised to take the traveller from a far away country, on a tour around the city, as walking around in a new town, could make one totally giddy.
So, hopping on the tiny moped with a cure two seater side car, as it was not supposed to be too fast, because a lot of great things that way could be passed while riding around too wildly, but not today as the cat had promised smiling, to have an easy peasy slow ride and that way, getting to know all those important sights.
But, soon enough, the tourists from a far, noticed the route, had taken a strange sideline and the cat, while in charge of showing its home town to the strangers from beyond, was now actually taking them to an alleyway, where the noises were growing ever more strong.
As the shocked travellers found out where they had landed, on remote alley filled with meowing cats and kittens as there can be. The cat with the hat, the supposed tour guide then once again smiled, this time, wickedly, and simply stated. “We will take you back, but first, there is an extra charge for that to happen. You see, we need our daily fishies and as we are many, and for that, a lot more money is needed as a matter of fact.”
The tourists then glanced around, feeling sorry for the starving crowd. So, without hesitation, they gave all the money they had and with a thanks, the tour then proceeded as promised from then on without worries as the cat with a wide wicked smile, had earned its daily grind fee, feeding all the family, which was never easy. And the earnings from the weary travellers, usually came pretty easily, supporting the cats cause with a gentle feeling.
Well, that was the tale of odd today, the lesson, not very strong, guess if any, then the one of never trusting a smiling cat, unless you are generous enough to feed the whole litter of them.
Today something strange happened Leaving most of us quite baffled Something called “the sun” appeared With its striking rays all of the sky smeared Out from our caves we emerged Rubbing our eyes in an urge
The sun boss, the sun! Someone shouted It was no pun Even though doubted
There had been many a tales Like someone seeing the whales Of such oddities happening before But never ever in the wildest dreams Would we hoped to have scored Or so it seems
Now, bearing witness To this unusual event The sun really existing Like an early Christmas present
Rantings Of A Third Kind 