It’s just another regular working day, here, by the cold, seashore” Gun Roswell
When the day breaks in the early morning And the sunshine breaks with a big yawning The working day is about to start So, please, try to play it very smart
The waters seem so very cold And the weather is even getting more bold The sun hiding behind all them clouds And the wind is howling ever more loud
The boats beneath us soon are shaking As the unexpected storm from the seas is breaking Being alright at this point is only faking As the faces turn greener and the bodies quaking
But the working day is far from over The attitudes like the weather getting bolder Rolling up the sleeves To all this heavy-duty work to complete
Minds off the shaking surface Since this is no time for hurling And when the attitudes are corrected Sooner than later, the work is completed
Homeward bound the working crew now is Even the boss said she was pleased Back to the comfort of home they head Because tomorrow another working day awaits
“Going fishing today, after all, it’s a free day, or Friday, what ever you want to call it, I am outta here!” Gun Roswell
Today is the day, when I am getting myself a life, living that is, instead of existing, or at least, that is the grand plan! To be honest, this has been the plan for the past year or so, to get out my fishing gear and simply, just go, to get out there, and have some fun. Granted, fishing might not be a top choice, or even a good choice, but it would be the once for me today, as it was the last of the working days and I needed to get out of the house. And, as there was a nearby fishing village, with small boats to rend kind of cheep-ish, I knew what I was going to do on my one day off. Getting my gear together, I was soon out the door, and even if there was not going to be a big fishy score, the point was to just get out there to the shore, hop inside a dingy, and row, row, row out there, spending a day without care.
So, after a short peddle on my bike, towards the harbour now in sight, I stepped off and went to the shore, to get me some lures, the wormy kind at that, as I wanted to go all retro to the bat. Next step, was to get some snacks, as no day would be perfect without the editable as I wasn’t counting on the fish to bite. Besides, I could not very well eat them raw, sushi never being a favourite so what ever catch would have to be properly prepared, stirred, fried and what ever it took. Next step was then to rent the vessel, a small one with a miniature motor, and good looking oars, as today, was all about them chores. After the deal, was sealed, I was finally able to set sail, or rather take the paddles to my hands, and start my venture off land. What better way, to spend a free Friday!
Spending all day long, on the lulling waves just outside the shore, not daring to be too adventurous, after all, the tiny ship was hardly able to compete with the ships tall. And when the sun started setting, I was off the hooks getting, with a few fish as a reward, most likely a dinner for tomorrow. It was time to head back home, this time using the motor as my arms were sore, all day long spent fishing, so guess that was to be expected, which was fine, I dejected as they would be worse tomorrow, after so much exercise, but hey, I wanted to live the life, so here I was, a fishing person, heading to shore after a long day spent on the waters edge, but hey, I had scored, fish being my reward of the day!
“The sea is calm just after the storm, and now, the ships are moving back and forth again, so what are you waiting for? Let’s go on a boat ride!“ Gun Roswell
The fog, finally clearing from the waters edge, soon something else, there will be wedged. The level of the horizon, I think is the best, and so, gazing into the void intently I can see, there are two boats out there, meeting at sea, something not foreseen, but rather a random happenstance, at least on first glance.
And so, it indeed was a random encounter for sure, as neither of them knew in there they were lured. The change of weather had caught them by surprise, and so, the equipment haywire almost caused the demise. Alas, snap thinking of the captain made them safe and so now, out there in the high seas, the two craft suddenly meet.
But whether it was a change encounter of any kind, the ships meeting, well, it was all just fine. As the greetings exchanged while passing the other, was more than a hello and less than a hugger. And then, each of them back on their own route, to make their way to the other side.
“Sunset by the lake, taking a slow boat across the moat, just to watch the spectacle” Gun Roswell
It’s no fake, the setting sun playing, the vivid colours laying all across the sky and land
It’s that time of the day, the setting of the sun at hand
Folks gathered from both near and far, just to have a glimpse of the spectacle, observing with mouths ajar Those daring, will try to reach the sun and the sky, before it’s too late
Slipping in their boats across the large size moat of a lake, without time to hesitate
Rowing, rowing, rowing their tiny hearts away, just to bask in the display
“The bluer is the water, the better is the view, at least from the small sailing ship, making its way across the cool and calming hues“ Gun Roswell
The bluest blue hue of all the blues, shining across the high seas, beckoning for the weary soul, to find their way towards those very inviting waves.
As the hard life on the land is quite hard at least, that is where the blame is laid and so, taking off, the ground so very rough, fleeing to the seas, getting away, way out there where the eyes even can’t see.
“Sitting, wing side, contemplating, of something…” Gun Roswell
Taking a short trip, some self related things to fix Choosing a seat, close to the window, so neat The views are floating by, when I am sitting this high Land, clouds, even the sun, this trip, might be lots of fun The engine of the vessel humming, as I am too, humming Transfixed in the scenery, there is no clearer view Than on this wing side, the world before me, so divine Mind drifting to other worlds, beyond, where this machine cannot me hurl But confident the next stop, will be the pop Or at least a week filled getaway, to enjoy my stay Because, before returning back to the grind, I need to find Some peace, at least, within this own bodily beast
“Sailing away, to far away lands… or at least now, that the sun is setting, getting, home is enough for the weary traveller, right?” Gun Roswell
The setting sun, is the time indicator, time has past flown, and so now, setting the helm towards home, is the best option, perhaps the only option to follow.
As adventure, can always wait, for tomorrow will be another day, for sure, and the lure, of the far away lands always present, never letting the traveller at peace.
So, either a restless night, without sleep, depending of course, how deep, the thoughts of the ventures ahead are, the smart ones, will figure a way, to set sail, even when with little if no sleep.
But before you get in there too deep, remember, to eat, and have plenty of coffee, as the adventure will take time long, at least, until the next sunset is upon.
“The dusk setting in, final rays of the sun, painting colours over the water and land, but the pix snappers work is never done, as this is where the fun only just begins” Gun Roswell
That perfect moment, only there for a second, concentration of the essence as the need to capture the very scene, is vital, mental even for the snapper of every which event happening all around and everywhere
Hysterics is the best way to describe the mood, of the snapper, having clicked, way too soon, but sometimes, they might just succeed and the perfect capture is presented right there, on the screen
But, these days, even with all the fancy technology, devices plentiful and always at hand, pun intended, the moments go past so fast, the hand eye coordination cannot fathom what happened and so, the blurry snaps, filling the storage fast
Still, if even one of the millions, is as good, a stamp of approval there should be put, then a happy face on the snapper will replace, the permascwol usually present
Then again, what is considered a good or great snap, is debatable, just check out the facts out there on the world wide internets.
“Just remember, if we do indeed get caught, you’re deaf and blind, and I, really can’t speak one single word of English!”
It was the olden times, the year nineteen eighty-five When I did and hitched a ride And so, ever since that time The two of us, have been together tightly tied
Just like, well sugar and spice Perhaps even Abbott and Costello, those guys And whatever else have you It’s always the us, the two
I am still rather amazed And feeling totally graced That someone would stare at my odd face For forty odd years on straight!
So thanks for all this time, my sweetest of hearts Let’s just try to make it to the very next part And add another forty or more to the cart After all, it’s really not that far!
As all said and done the most important thing Which makes one really want to sing Being that one good one to have, that one person Who will support you without any given reason
As is No matter how serious Or delirious Life can get I will bet You will still be the one Who I can most rely on To go absolutely And completely Bonkers with And ain’t that The perfect hit!
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